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- A Quiet Moon
  
  Posted at 3:20 am by a quiet man, on August 6, 2021
  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
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- Her Moon
  
  Posted at 12:12 am by a quiet man, on July 28, 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
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- We Left That (part) Aside
  
  Posted at 11:33 am by a quiet man, on July 12, 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
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- Strawberry Moon 6/24/2021
  
  Posted at 11:59 pm by a quiet man, on June 24, 2021
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- That Artsy Call
  
  Posted at 8:18 am by a quiet man, on October 31, 2020
  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.
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- Sweet Remedy II
  
  Posted at 11:21 pm by a quiet man, on July 29, 2020
  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
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- Saturday Night in the Crescent Moon
  
  Posted at 8:23 pm by a quiet man, on July 25, 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
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- good bye
  
  Posted at 12:19 am by a quiet man, on June 25, 2020
  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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- My Battle My Own
  
  Posted at 2:34 am by a quiet man, on April 9, 2020
  When I arose in the morning,
  
  there was a daylight,
  
  a bit of a haze,
  
  suggested a cooler temperature.
  
  Like any other day,
  
  glance out my windows
  
  some kids at play,
  
  the neighborhood
  
  coming to life,
  
  dogs and a very loud
  
  motorcycle,
  
  a weightlifter
  
  hidden in the garage.
  
  I wonder where I am
  
  fighting this a
  
  cycle of ambivalence,
  
  am I sure about this,
  
  what would matter then,
  
  how close am I to …
  
  life has a lot of twists and turns
  
  we come upon a …
  
  our next daylight,
  
  hear the bird song,
  
  the spring,
  
  when life begins again,
  
  yet this time,
  
  I’ll cut a new path.
  
  Yet I wonder sometimes,
  
  how many more do I have,
  
  how do I choose,
  
  what happens on a rainy day,
  
  brings to mind a soft memory,
  
  a sunlit spring afternoon,
  
  let the world come alive,
  
  staring tonight at the pink moon,
  
  I am a day behind.
  
  how long will I last,
  
  fighting the same battle,
  
  in and out of time.
  
  © Scott F. Savage 4/2020
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- Sweet Moon
  
  Posted at 10:26 pm by a quiet man, on November 12, 2019
  a frost moon – 11/12/2019
  
  she told me it was
  
  I glanced
  
  a sweet pang in my heart
  
  a foggy night,
  
  the horizon held stirring symbolism
  
  a meaning blur
  
  our imagination
  
  is meant to create beauty
  
  the landscape
  
  a chilly reminder of a season
  
  where names and a yearn become
  
  synonymous shelter
  
  inside the quiet serenity
  
  of a familiar seclusion
  
  the galaxies come alive
  
  with a named beacon in the night.
  
  she told me it was
  
  I listened
  
  sweet remedy is a broken silence
  
  hers is a romantic remembrance
  
  one night,
  
  many hours,
  
  a soft brilliance of Nature
  
  her cheeks radiant,
  
  touch my lips to her forever
  
  inside sweet remedy
  
  we believe in the elegance
  
  of her light,
  
  intertwined
  
  our world
  
  she told me it was
  
  and I smiled …
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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