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- Silence is Wisdom
  
  Posted at 12:08 am by a quiet man, on April 4, 2021
  That passage to the other side
  
  where our lives return
  
  within ourselves
  
  some secret symbiotic serenade
  
  a dance we would leave
  
  alone
  
  while others deliberate
  
  emphasizing a final syllable
  
  speaks only that gesture we call
  
  hope.
  
  The other might survive as would
  
  themselves
  
  that nature of, we often call
  
  the will to live beyond our
  
  fantasy.
  
  I remember a time
  
  this struggle in my mind
  
  to answer my own fear
  
  with salutary praise,
  
  you’d touch my heart he spoke
  
  a silent reverie.
  
  what would happen he thought
  
  if the word he believed
  
  might emanate from his lips.
  
  How might she respond … an expression, spoken
  
  love.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 4/3021
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- Too Much
  
  Posted at 5:53 pm by a quiet man, on April 1, 2021
  I remember these well
  
  the quiet peace of her affection
  
  a scent of passion always near
  
  I would bask in her love
  
  too much.
  
  I would walk in love
  
  a silent reality kept at bay,
  
  for we would wouldn’t we
  
  know peace in our lives
  
  too much.
  
  why two people might
  
  so easily sacrifice their lives
  
  after years of knowing passion
  
  did well our own eyes
  
  too much.
  
  A certain wonder of what this is, could
  
  be, that compassion we may always see.
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 4/2021
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- Walking Alone
  
  Posted at 11:10 pm by a quiet man, on March 30, 2021
  Though she be silent
  
  it was every morning in the dawn
  
  would I her song
  
  hear miles away
  
  as if in that breeze
  
  could follow ever I went.
  
  ~
  
  When only a sweet moment
  
  then could my eyes
  
  I no longer read
  
  the why,
  
  instead discreet then my cry
  
  left my heart longing
  
  in sigh.
  
  ~
  
  For there on the hill
  
  our park bench
  
  would roll the meadow
  
  a set of Escher steps
  
  lead us one upon two
  
  a mirror
  
  an illusion in nature.
  
  ~
  
  I cried again
  
  not knowing better the wise
  
  would have me, she …
  
  could nearby a stroll.
  
  Yet alone I remain in love.
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- Wheels
  
  Posted at 7:55 pm by a quiet man, on March 28, 2021
  If while we step back
  
  emotions speak otherwise
  
  how might life be now
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- When I Read Our Letters
  
  Posted at 2:59 pm by a quiet man, on March 26, 2021
  A certain quiet mystery captures my imagination,
  
  I wish I might say it was a lovely mystique
  
  brought the two of us together so long ago,
  
  the words are reminders of river walks, and forests, and soft landings
  
  inside the sweet elixir of our fantasy.
  
  ~
  
  The you and me still exists when I round the corner of my life,
  
  a silent rain waking me in the morning,
  
  the drops falling soft on my
  
  window pane,
  
  no storms just a spring shower,
  
  the kind we might experience together in my car,
  
  sitting in a forest waiting to find some words to say,
  
  I love you and that is forever,
  
  but the reminder would always remain,
  
  no matter the sunlight in our heart.
  
  ~
  
  Seems trivial to imagine such simple analogy,
  
  when thinking of you and me,
  
  but I do. When I read your letters
  
  I cannot pretend the words did not come from your heart
  
  I won’t put away the fresh response I had when holding you in my arms,
  
  and then later the words, once you told me you loved them,
  
  and then one day met your eyes with disdain.
  
  ~
  
  Forever trying to figure out how our expressed and beautiful language
  
  might turn a perpetual flame into this urgent need to last.
  
  © Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- I Won’t Return
  
  Posted at 10:25 pm by a quiet man, on March 22, 2021
  Though this is my heart,
  
  a painful organ filled with reminders
  
  the beating motion of a connected vessel of matter
  
  the breathing apparatus nearby,
  
  together throwing caution to the wind
  
  and demanding the brain to step in place in time.
  
  ~
  
  A heart might fear the worst when becomes broken
  
  shattered remnants of a previous time,
  
  when the ache would be more of a challenge
  
  than the true existence of my well-being.
  
  ~
  
  I stood outside last night again just wondering
  
  if that country road really can run away forever.
  
  © Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- Solitude in Grace
  
  Posted at 7:24 pm by a quiet man, on March 21, 2021
  I fought hard to know the outcome of loss
  
  a moment alone
  
  the world moved past my sight
  
  and I felt sorrow only my own.
  
  Would not, cannot any longer
  
  find peace inside the depths
  
  of a lonely heart.
  
  A shadow remains
  
  yet today is sunlight ahead.
  
  Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- While on a Walk
  
  Posted at 4:04 pm by a quiet man, on March 20, 2021
  And I rather quiet in the woods
  
  would imagine
  
  a setting sun
  
  could I re-create had once before
  
  our then begun.
  
  Would I when I walked
  
  those loyal footsteps by my side.
  
  An animal has no provision
  
  for questioning the moment
  
  except to walk ahead,
  
  their’s is not
  
  a conscious lament.
  
  When then now this
  
  today
  
  we could just might
  
  examine all the why
  
  to hold a conscious reckoning
  
  inside a brilliant sky.
  
  If she might see beauty in her soul
  
  we in faraway glance feel forever whole.
  
  Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- When Last We Spoke
  
  Posted at 10:55 pm by a quiet man, on March 9, 2021
  A softness in your voice I couldn’t listen,
  
  didn’t want to know
  
  our lives would matter less
  
  yet compassion still exist.
  
  Just a hardened surface now
  
  sealing off forever whens
  
  the sky above could tell a story
  
  could now be buried
  
  beauty, truth inside some distant legacy.
  
  We were then as life began
  
  until now when lives … carry on.
  
  Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- Tripping Upon a Fantasy
  
  Posted at 12:33 am by a quiet man, on March 7, 2021
  There it was
  
  two gentle soul lost in an illusion
  
  Hollywood star and starlet
  
  playing out some steamy role not realizing
  
  love
  
  is made of promises
  
  lives inside a dreamland
  
  evolves inside some darker machine
  
  we might all convince ourselves
  
  is fleeting
  
  speaks to our senses,
  
  when in truth
  
  we might not possibly ever know
  
  beyond this reality
  
  silence
  
  a fantasy.
  
  Scott F Savage 3/2021
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