Last night in you
across a sky blue
she spoke to me
settled in upon a we.
This state of mind
is a quiet remind
when under her gaze
we did spend our days
turning toward night
feeling a constant might.
Yet out of reach
you did try to teach
me how to let go of the now,
how to realize just how
far we might go,
only this do I know.
Tonight I’m watching the moon
in her full radiance I will swoon
hoping only to wish.
We might again sense her wish.
I watch the moon
in a distant sky.
It’s an annual trek
in my not knowing why.
There’s a fire that burns
now I can’t tell you why
stoking it with yearns
I still can’t tell you why.
Because I love you
only makes you blue.
I wonder if you ever cry
the way you did with me.
I’d ask you why
wishing I had left you be.
~
© Scott F. Savage 6/2022
We stood inside this harmony
listening to a quiet Moon,
our hearts together some melody
we would only lose too soon.
~
One kind of love she would say,
meant to live only in fantasy.
One kind of life she would say,
meant without any scrutiny.
~
He would call out definition.
She would criticize it cryptic
his loss would be no solution
to a quiet moon for a skeptic.
~
Whenever I might again return
sort of memory driven and familiar
I’d always hope for and yearn
some reminder we’ve been together.
~
chorus
~
Under the moon, an autumn summer
Is where I belong in some forever
Under the moon, an autumn moon
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2021
Hers was always a silence that echoed surprise
one night leaving my world and in a picture
she did show me a rising moon, sudden in my eyes
the horizon before me, lovely to be sure.
~
I wonder if we might ever know serendipity
is truly a magical rollercoaster of emotion.
To feel her spell upon my own clarity
one would need to feel her every notion.
~
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
Though we might be miles away we need to be okay
She is the moon rises before me on a summer night
~
She brought my soul to heaven, splendor in the night
I couldn’t hide my heartache for her sweet elegance,
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
looked upon the sky I knew our lives were only chance.
~
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
Though we might be miles away we need to be okay
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
~
She is the moon rising in my eyes on a lovely summer night.
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
Can you remember when one time we forgot about who we were,
just went with,
just felt like the two of us,
all that minutia which wasn’t important at the time,
suddenly reared its ugly head,
and there we stood
in the quiet rain.
That (part) of our lives we didn’t wish to know
wouldn’t leave,
wouldn’t go away,
wouldn’t let us ever forget,
this time, next time, anytime
a notion of sensuality entered our mind,
we could only speak to the reality,
that piece of ourselves
we might never leave,
we would never leave,
we couldn’t no matter if we might create a fantasy,
that made us want to,
wish to
believe we could,
and yet,
sunrises and sunsets, full moons and the milky way,
we see them every night and day,
the rest of our lives.
Love.
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
I remember walks,
cool autumn evening,
no words spoken
none needed
only an occasional glance
in crisp night air
to find in each other
a soul
intertwined
and giving
in love.
I realized the other night,
when looking at the moon,
the crescent moon,
I know it was in your eyes as well
we always shared those moments.
Tonight I was thinking about it,
the crescent moon,
the magic its mystique.
I tried to convince you,
then one day,
you told me you were not,
then my muse
disappeared,
like vanished into space,
the stars and midnight breeze
contained only a visual dance
that so many times before,
I could share with
you
by my side.
Tonight I just
spent my hours
wondering about you
watching
the crescent moon.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
One look and there is an intrigue
when we imagine the world beyond
ourselves, our quiet, the silence we feel
when looking out our window
across a country of evening grain,
when the crickets begin in a few weeks
letting us know the harvest will be soon,
summer swimming in the lake is …
We have all of these rituals to be sure
shared with the ones we love, those we
know will be in our hearts forever,
together watching the dangling sky
wondering what why beyond naked eye.
When as a child the picture window
a glance to the east, sunrise in mourning
never really able to get past the sorrow,
a childhood raised questions never answered,
yet there are the decades right now
where tonight sitting looking at the crescent moon
same curiosity remain, in some living room
in ’68 begging why underneath wondrous sky
MLK & RFK and bookend years Anne & Sylvia,*
names I would hear in my childhood, disappeared,
While we all searched – fearful minds
Same as we all were – symbolic visions.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
* Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath
Can you say it with meaning,
or is it just like
passing through.
Will there be another opportunity
or is this time
right out of the blue.
Every time I try to leave,
I end up scrambling back,
just a little bit of hope.
Have you ever really wanted
people to know you didn’t wish
to return.
How many times have you
watched a sunset wishing
it might be your last.
Seeing a full moon,
did you ever imagine,
it led your mind to vast
reparation of boots on the ground
philosophy of living life real.
good bye.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
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