I imagine love
torn asunder
sweet remind of an intimacy
turned compassion
evolves then into time
spent
in wonderment.
She does hold my promise
such that sweet reckoning
will guide us
until one, serendipitous
will hold promise
our lives as one
inside a universal trial
where bold horizons
will wait
while the scheme
remains a shadow
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.
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
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
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.
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
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 ~
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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Life, love and destiny.
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