A constant wander
wonder
truth enlightened
shadowed darkness
will prevail
heart and ache
the soul being tested
a wave of passion
dying in an abandoned
shed
caught in a storm
drawn
up rooted pilings
shredded mess
broken hearts.
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Tag: patience
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This State of Affair
Posted at 9:02 am , on October 17, 2019
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Follow My Lead
Posted at 11:30 pm , on August 1, 2019
Her ability to speak,
love, care, compassion
a difficult reality
to leave,
some Moody Blues please
let me
ponder our love,
except
Neil Young spoke aloud,
a friend,
he hoped it wasn’t true,
and yet, we love the reality
of our time,
we can
might
offer a resolve,
some solace
in the actual
acceptance of time,
wait for me,
I will be standing
eyes seeking your own,
turns a sudden hug
into a longing embrace
truly
drawn upon
the energy
sweet heart and soul.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Love in Silence
Posted at 1:21 pm , on June 13, 2019
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Pieces of Wonder
Posted at 5:19 pm , on June 12, 2019
Only in the accentuate nature of time
does our desire wander
beyond the moment
inside a quiet solitude
filled with untapped emotions
the imagination in design.
Keep busy, occupy the word
so it filters through the air
like a serenade
lost in the luxury of time,
our lives
measured in the distance.
The matter of a busy mind
holds no real peace of mind.
In the wonder of a lost soul
would we understand
if while the world
continues in silent
bliss
might lives intersect
as a cloudless morning
would suggest wonder
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I’m Not There
Posted at 1:55 pm , on March 3, 2019
I’m here,
in the same place
I choose to be,
doesn’t matter where,
the coffee shop,
my chair,
I’m in the same place
still wishing,
yearning,
every day,
my side of town
lately
is the only satisfying
reason
to keep my pace
with who I am,
doesn’t mean that
on the weekend,
on the hours,
the minutes,
the seconds of our lives,
I want her
to stay as far away as she can,
no it doesn’t mean that at all,
means in a winter’s day,
she would melt the ice,
keeps our lives
apart
in a quiet illusion,
what was,
what once is,
what can I possibly do,
say
to imagine
otherwise,
when all I wish,
is the door,
to open
into my arms ..
in the same place
with her,
alone.
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A Sweet Tear
Posted at 10:29 am , on March 2, 2019
If only in a moment, we might listen to our heart.
We might trust love will always exist in those quiet frames when alone we wish, we ponder, we allow our mind to wander to a softer time when we could just live within the scope of our passion.
If only in a moment, we might trust our soul.
There will be an ache because we have once known love, felt it, yearned its Grace inside a wonderful travel of sweet elegance. We can look to a beautiful sunny winter’s day and recognize there is a certain splendor in the air having the ability to recognize that emotion did bring us to a region of our heart will always be ready for quiet reflection.
If only in a moment, I might remember eyes.
For that quiet recall, I will see love, and hold on to her magic forever.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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Drawn By Analysis
Posted at 9:13 pm , on December 7, 2018
he wondered
in silence would we ever return …
the simple pleasure
that light,
a resonate reminder of love’s passion
drawn
beyond the scope of
society spoken symbolism.
Could we,
might we,
possibly
ever love again
or
are we forever
drawn to allow analysis
the final word
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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Quiet
Posted at 11:16 pm , on October 23, 2018
Times
when alone
a fleeting desire
left dangling a distant shadow
always will
loom upon this our memory
defined by her distracted
by me
whatsoever I might recall
whilst she
forgets for freedom
settle in,
patience our tested virtue
will outlast
silent disputes.
Quiet reckoning
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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