Difficulty
in answer
a schism thought
less responsive toward
quiet departure.
Yet remains
a silent revenue
of impassioned truth
such is a denial
I may never accept.
Would that
I might sweet suggest
a thoughtful recall
when smiles and eyes
could real remind.
All this pain
the result of me.
Sitting in the waiting room,
another session,
a disclosure,
or perhaps not as much
as it might be a listen,
lots of eye contact
counting upon guidance,
when realizations might bring the human condition
to stand alone and share the moment,
with each other
with a stranger
a trustworthy confidante
sorting through their own denial,
or is it comfort,
a satisfaction allows the moment
to be just that,
a quiet transport.
He walked in looking,
completely aware
everyone around him,
living lives,
showing a familiar glance,
and yet,
still could he ever possibly,
let go of that one day in December,
when over a year ago,
a couple,
did suddenly recognize
their own fallibility,
and yet still,
and yet even when opposed,
still did they choose
to hold one another,
allow compassion,
to design their passion
for one another
sweep me toward a new arena of emotion.
I would or will not,
or wish, perhaps would rather
not
ever forget
that beauty, her persona,
this lovely nature of a sweet sensuality
entered my world
while I in my own quiet arena,
stood alone against the world,
wondered again,
if ever I might love
with such a sense of release,
my emotions my own,
yet confident
when her touch,
hands, eyes, shoulders, skin
might surround my world,
could become my world,
if only for this
moment,
quiet reflection,
a quiet moment,
this quiet man,
shhh … eyes
© Scott F Savage 2019
My days are shorter,
the clocks will wind backward
the night sky loom deep into the onset of winter
lonelier evening,
vacant stares,
a constant yearn to know, what
we might remember is only now left
in a safe vacuum of
once before,
when everything that mattered in the moment,
has suddenly turned upside down,
pieces spilling into the fabric of our own
well-being,
none so powerful as the notion
of believing,
once being so swept into the arctic winds of defeat,
it would take forever to step outside of
the misery of becoming
just that lone wanderer
we always agreed,
would ne’er
return
Every word you might find here
is a leading reminder.
Not a conscious choice
only some sweet trapping
of a vulnerable soul
wanting peace,
wanting some solace.
Every gasp I might have
in a lonely sigh
would tell you everything
I hide inside my eyes.
I would not expect your
understanding
though try I might
to know you believe
there is truth in our pain,
there is peace must remain,
when the dust settles
after parting skies
then lives do go on
to remind those that remain.
Stay in one place
we will, I will,
live your love,
for my own
it has been a good life.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Containers
hold the fortune
of eyes, of tears, of ideals
a person might imagine,
follow a stream,
watch a single cloud cross the sky.
In the quiet of a morning,
glance to the stillness,
leaves – hold a world of life
movement in shadows,
sensing
wonder inside the silence of the mind.
Would a wish to wander
toward some reminder,
help find the
solution,
what is known to be the key
will push … ‘send.’
Meanwhile, our lives do shelter
sweet recall of a gentle breeze.
© Scott F Savage 2019
We know
our intuition
suggests a desire
answers are found
in the quiet
a silent summer night
peace is in the air
sweet love
to know each other
beyond borders
we might
listen intent
a breeze
carries
selves together
alone
still passion
in the stars
© Scott F Savage 2019
I stood alone
wondered about now
opposed to when
didn’t have to,
no need to,
always knew
and yet,
even then there was a certain
misgiving
because
we both
understood
we could not
we didn’t, we had no way of knowing
we could not
count on
us
being forever.
I stood alone at midnight
listened to the quiet sky.
When efforts to explain,
a rainy afternoon,
the song of a morning spring,
we reach the same avenues
only to find we haven’t
yet found a reason why,
a reason to deny,
a simple message in the morning,
a quiet cry when alone,
cannot speak to a fade
only seek the real,
a nurture in her smile,
a glance upon the sea
of her sweet remedy.
It is when we slow,
the quiet agony becomes
a soft memory,
a tear
we both feel always
when the notion is near,
a fading sky
in an evening rain,
is only symbolic
of a blossoming world
beyond wherever we
may
stay.
May we today
know a calm in the moon
will be always
upon the horizon
waiting, watching, wishing
we might see
a light in each other’s eye,
for we know
we have wished,
we hoped,
we do now even
in the evening sky
see beyond the clouds,
the rains,
sweet beauty of a moonlit
serenade,
would that all our sorrows
turn to love
everlasting.
When she goes silent
he writes his truth,
she will read his words
yet stays away, quiet,
he wonders,
she ponders,
he continues with more
she states this is all there is
he cries
while somewhere inside
he fights the confusion
wants to find a solution
cannot
will not
wishes his world
might include
her.
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chosen interpretation,
Moments in a sunrise,
the songs of a night sky
melodic in nature,
we could perhaps design
a medley of fortune
in listening to what it is we believe,
What is a wish
would scream
some shallow serenade
if when watching a moon
fade into distant clouds,
interferes upon the serenity
of a silent love story.
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chosen interpretation
When last we spoke
a heavy burden,
the tears would flow
creating puddles on a pavement
no longer welcome
to the notion of an embrace,
rather quiet repose.
When whilst
lives will continue
seems quite a stir
in the mind
who once in a glorious afternoon,
knew love beyond
sweet sensuality,
and instead,
spoke to the beauty
inherent in hers …
a wonder in elegance.
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chosen interpretations.
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