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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Tag: moon
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That Artsy Call
Posted at 8:18 am , on October 31, 2020
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Sweet Remedy II
Posted at 11:21 pm , 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 , 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 , 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 , 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 , 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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Something About A Moon
Posted at 5:54 pm , on October 13, 2019
I can feel it,
there is foggy horizon,
yet the looming notice,
a knowledge seems in my heart,
our heart,
Soft is this autumn night,
a fireplace,
clothes of comfort,
would that I might
know her
state of mind
in the moonlight.
I know I yearn,
for eyes, a smile and conversation,
I desire so much,
beyond the normalcy of
what it is we might now know,
today,
under the gaze of a
Hunter’s Moon.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Sitting Inside The Moon
Posted at 3:05 pm , on July 13, 2019
Perspective,
insight into gratifying
knowledge inside the beacon
of a romantic starlit atmosphere
Imagine,
finding true love
exists in the twilight
when lives might intersect
Wild
composure released
to know that lunacy felt
could be safely harnessed
Galaxies
beyond
our desire
know the things of beauty
Humanity
blessed with a view
of a world belongs in polar
magnetism inside a mystique
Abandon
again our albatross
inhibitions insistent on
finding our center together.
Oh
a gasp
retreat toward
all beauty beyond sweet reach.
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Why Love
Posted at 2:03 am , on April 5, 2019
because no matter where
when night sky remains
while the morning brings song
you will be there
a smile meant for someone’s heart
eyes that melt
and sunlight to restore man’s
faith in certainty …
the elegance of woman.
g’nite moon.
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Crying At Will
Posted at 9:36 pm , on March 25, 2019
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