I suppose it’s in my head
most of the time,
thinking you might do the same,
waiting for each other.
I think about all those days,
we didn’t have to ask
we just knew
we wanted it to happen.
One day we stood in a courtyard,
windows around us,
we created our own romantic interlude,
the thought of eyes upon us.
I remember you
the quiet moments,
our shared intimacy,
our designs filled with passion.
I’ll wait for you
if time is forever,
I’ll know deep in my heart
we share each other’s soul.
To imagine,
she might be nearby
if only words can tell me,
I would make them up in my mind
to have you closer to me,
feel your warm affection,
that compassionate soul
I once held in my arms.
I feel these emotions,
saddle me,
I cannot move sometimes,
and then I realize
I’m living, I’m alive,
and she would want that for me.
She is beauty in a special day,
when the stars align at night,
the radiant blue of a sunny day,
she’s all these things,
wrapped into her soul,
a certain elegance
in how she carries her own pain,
once shared with me,
once comforted,
oh did I hold your love with my heart.
I drive by now and again,
I pull in
can you do some reading?
I think in
terms of fantasy
you’re my fantasy
like a dream I had one setting sun
when the two of us, when we’d begun
I try to live inside this fantasy
soften the blow of my reality.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2022
The strength of passion
sometime like a waterfall
takes on its own fashion
streaming toward the fall.
~
Once while standing together
Glancing up on this landscape
Crossing time in simple matter
How might we satisfy escape
~
Wanting to live a life in peace
Thought maybe love a release
Wanting to live a life in peace
~
Stood upon the precipice of time
Did we ever imagine the pain
Could far outweigh this rhyme
Would measure beauty to gain.
~
Stood upon the precipice of time
wanting to live this life in peace
~
With you …
©️ Scott F Savage 9/2021
They come and go,
like the sunlight behind the clouds
seems simple enough to describe,
its just the shadows lay upon shrouds.
Is it possible to when I feel sadness
is it only me, or a shared response
to knowing you one time and then now
not remembering you at all.
Seems like time could go by forever
leaving me wondering if ever
there really was a fantasy,
was ours, were we did a fairy tale
really ever exist between the two of us,
or was I just made to believe
something I could never really be.
Days like these I don’t want to sleep,
so maybe I won’t but I will be hurting tomorrow,
the day will have these segments of pain,
and then you won’t ever be part of it,
ever again,
that choice was made long before
I even had a chance to know what love
meant.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
I realized how lost I am today. Not myself specifically in my state of mind, the notion of feeling less a part of my reality. I discovered a decisive removal of my memory, I sometimes hope I might be over reacting but I can’t always count on that anymore.
I won’t ever give up on what I believe I can’t possibly do that. My own sense of reality has been driven by a beauty and grace some people might not achieve in a lifetime. I have. When I reflect upon this time that I was able to experience, there is no question in the love I felt. I cannot let go of that for the remainder of my life because if I do then I will be a hypocrite to my own feelings.
So I will just remember and be grateful and carry the optimism I have always carried in my life. The last year has given me a certain freedom that I’ve had to work hard to feel but I do and I wish that upon anyone I love.
Especially you.
Riding a bicycle,
standing nearby a trail marker in the forest,
waiting for a cup of coffee,
getting out of a car,
walking into the grocery store,
holding my hands on my hear for ever more,
each moment will be the same,
all those minutes and hours and time,
drawn by the same circumstance,
only a resolution
would be this
missing memory,
yet everywhere I go,
if I could reach out once,
touch your shoulder,
feel your energy next to mine,
know well,
our lives are interacting in our mind,
if we could,
our eyes,
if we might just
that one more time,
would it be that,
would we
could we ever forget that once
this love
we seem to yearn
would sing as well a harmony
we once felt standing so alone
together
riding a bicycle instead
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
If only we might respond to yesterday,
rather even instead of now,
instead of what we imagine is how,
it should be,
what we really think is necessary,
versus
the surprise nature of self-discovery,
having allowance,
its own resilience,
might cause a catastrophe,
or like a Hollywood ending,
open doors to cast love upon the eyes,
from every horizon we might imagine,
the setting sun, rising light,
evening and Her spectacular sight.
We walked and talked for hours and again,
on that day we said was yesterday.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
I know there have been scripts
contained the words.
I realize that every step we make,
might be a repeat of someone.
I understand that the circle of life,
has an opportunity to return.
One could imagine the beauty in tragedy
if love
were only felt and always relied upon
rather the wonder
rather the
confusion
the discrete deceit
inherent in the passion of
perhaps
some heartache
that each wandering soul
the human condition
might experience
might regret
always wish there could have been a
far more readily positive
conclusion.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
the ‘b’ series
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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