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- A Fragile Reckoning
  
  Posted at 9:23 pm by a quiet man, on January 1, 2023
  I can respond,
  
  can stop and think and know when
  
  I’ve gone too far,
  
  expected a few things
  
  we couldn’t have
  
  anymore.
  
  Seems these nights
  
  with tears in my eyes
  
  I try to recreate those moments
  
  I no longer live in,
  
  don’t breathe the same air,
  
  the winds have changed,
  
  I can feel it welling in my eyes.
  
  This pleasant exterior
  
  lets me about my day,
  
  a quiet servitude
  
  in society.
  
  If across the threshold,
  
  push me too far,
  
  look inside my eyes,
  
  one might find
  
  a shattered glass,
  
  being propped up
  
  and pieced together
  
  trying to salvage
  
  one last moment,
  
  a final tease of
  
  my integrity.
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- Sweet Vibe
  
  Posted at 2:05 pm by a quiet man, on January 1, 2023
  A passing fantasy
  
  touch emotion
  
  feel her sensuality
  
  skin tingling
  
  as a journey began.
  
  In the span of minutes
  
  wings unfolding
  
  finding nature,
  
  the sweetest response
  
  to a cerebral encounter.
  
  Oh the awe
  
  of our psyche
  
  happily lost
  
  in the silent mystique
  
  of wonder
  
  of intrigue
  
  to know we are not alone,
  
  heart and soul
  
  may share
  
  imagined horizons.
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- Stunned
  
  Posted at 12:20 am by a quiet man, on January 1, 2023
  When that moment arises
  
  and you circle your mind
  
  trying to catch up
  
  not leave anything behind.
  
  It’s when words touch your eyes,
  
  though even more telling
  
  is the person that might notice,
  
  gives rise to their eyes
  
  and some symbiotic response
  
  is screaming inside
  
  to be told,
  
  to want to unwrap all the emotion
  
  tucked safely away inside.
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- Muse
  
  Posted at 11:33 pm by a quiet man, on December 31, 2022
  The keys of a piano
  
  sing silent silhoettes
  
  of lives in dreams.
  
  Can you sometimes
  
  feel their touch,
  
  soft and gentle,
  
  an interlude in the mind.
  
  Step lightly
  
  and let your fingertips
  
  breathe in symphony,
  
  for there isn’t another way
  
  to suggest
  
  she does move me
  
  to want to
  
  find words,
  
  to search deep in her eyes,
  
  and feel touched
  
  by her passionate soul.
  
  Inside these dreams
  
  would I wait forever,
  
  to know she can move me,
  
  to breathe her gentle elegance.
  
  She stood in the sidewalk cafe,
  
  journal under her arm,
  
  and glanced my way,
  
  but I was too afraid,
  
  her magic seemed to envelop
  
  my every move.
  
  I smiled and she grinned
  
  finding balance in the air
  
  we breathe.
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- Wishing You Well
  
  Posted at 11:24 pm by a quiet man, on December 31, 2022
  Though this year
  
  holds so much memory,
  
  unfolding before our eyes,
  
  even in the quiet
  
  of a lonely morning.
  
  I would rather she might know
  
  morning’s lovely
  
  far surpassed any struggle,
  
  the only torment
  
  being unable to touch the sky.
  
  I do have a broken heart,
  
  heals when I think of you,
  
  my senses alive
  
  I imagine all the spectacular
  
  sweet sensual nature
  
  of having loved,
  
  of your heart and my own
  
  traveling forever together
  
  wishing only to shelter our fears,
  
  to feel the true nature of
  
  the single most beautiful thing,
  
  to know love.
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- Morning Muse
  
  Posted at 11:49 am by a quiet man, on October 19, 2022
  Still from afar
  
  in morning sunlight
  
  will I feel you.
  
  My life filled
  
  with circles of desire
  
  hoping music
  
  in the background
  
  give me solace
  
  losing my muse.
  
  Counting on
  
  morning sunlight
  
  bring me home
  
  to you, again.
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- Seeing You Tonight
  
  Posted at 12:26 am by a quiet man, on August 8, 2021
  I saw you tonight, the way you observe,
  
  your jawline where my fingertips would run,
  
  hair falling in between,
  
  lips waiting to kiss me.
  
  I watched as you became present in the moment,
  
  the band played on, body swaying to the motion,
  
  I saw you tonight,
  
  for a minute I might
  
  have imagined just you and me in a dance
  
  when nothing else could offer chance
  
  then hold you again,
  
  feeling what was then.
  
  I saw you tonight, and when they played,
  
  ‘fool on the hill’ I cried, wept afraid
  
  I might never know this moment again
  
  I might always yearn wondering when.
  
  © Scott F Savage 8/2021
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- Sweet Muse, Missing Peace
  
  Posted at 3:54 pm by a quiet man, on August 23, 2020
  This piece of life
  
  once taken for granted
  
  continue forward
  
  only if we believe.
  
  ~
  In a swift moment
  
  beautiful summer sky
  
  could snarl fervent unpredictability.
  
  ~
  Much like the love of a woman
  
  a naked shoulder
  
  invites soft lips
  
  become sheltered
  
  a caution to memory.
  
  ~
  Much like the love of a woman
  
  she does deserve
  
  each moment of sweet harmony
  
  to know her lovely eyes
  
  and smile
  
  a vulnerable life
  
  ~
  I would this song
  
  for my life
  
  rest upon a sweeter dimension
  
  of love.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020
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- 3 AM Again
  
  Posted at 2:55 am by a quiet man, on April 4, 2020
  How many more
  
  how many years,
  
  the hours that lead to the time
  
  when he would reflect,
  
  helpless to his own emotions,
  
  just aware,
  
  seeing a clock on the wall,
  
  empty streets below,
  
  the windows of the village,
  
  have all darkened the lives
  
  of any indication
  
  of the human condition,
  
  humanity,
  
  all of us
  
  cloistered in such is this unique
  
  pandemic,
  
  yet isolated,
  
  without words,
  
  only silence,
  
  only a twilight,
  
  always a wonder,
  
  in his wandering mind,
  
  trying to fix the past,
  
  and yet,
  
  unable again,
  
  to catch up to his
  
  present
  
  so he may feel
  
  her own mystique,
  
  a muse, her
  
  presence.
  
  © Scott F Savage 4/2020
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- The Beauty of Passion
  
  Posted at 1:33 am by a quiet man, on April 3, 2020
  I listen to her voice,
  
  nothing more melodic could send shivers
  
  through my body,
  
  a peace, a tranquility, a passionate plea.
  
  I find I suddenly weep
  
  when her eyes give me a direct urgency,
  
  this need to have me know
  
  inside she is crying, screaming her tears.
  
  I will listen to her voice
  
  sometimes with a dial,
  
  knowing no answer yet,
  
  though her on the other end.
  
  I believe there is something magical
  
  if a woman can find her soul
  
  in the silence of a dream,
  
  so simply, such sweet she seem.
  
  Inside her torment an anxiety,
  
  some suggestive plea her piety.
  
  © Scott F Savage 4/2020
  
  John & Lyndsey (Skye) cover Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah
  
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