She is a quiet love
skies above
would speak of her
dismissing the other
the trials of living sane
would mock her insane
outlook on life
filled with a strife.
It is in the union of peace
all the old tapes would release.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
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Tag: quiet
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Of Her
Posted at 10:56 am , on October 23, 2021
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This Quiet Reminder
Posted at 12:28 am , on September 6, 2021
Always in the back of my head
I have a responsibility
Given free reign, drive ahead
figure out culpability.
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I remember when I did
where I was and what was said
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Standing on the bridge that afternoon
we could feel the river below us
swoon and listen to the birds in tune
the moment is ours we did, well was.
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I wouldn’t forget a face like yours
she cried, he feared, a shadow near.
Wasn’t anything left, no befores
Now is when the dances end I fear.
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I remember when I did
where I was and what was said.
© Scott F Savage 9/2021
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A Quiet Moon
Posted at 3:20 am , on August 6, 2021
We stood inside this harmony
listening to a quiet Moon,
our hearts together some melody
we would only lose too soon.
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One kind of love she would say,
meant to live only in fantasy.
One kind of life she would say,
meant without any scrutiny.
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He would call out definition.
She would criticize it cryptic
his loss would be no solution
to a quiet moon for a skeptic.
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Whenever I might again return
sort of memory driven and familiar
I’d always hope for and yearn
some reminder we’ve been together.
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chorus
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Under the moon, an autumn summer
Is where I belong in some forever
Under the moon, an autumn moon
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2021
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Quiet Love
Posted at 12:23 am , on November 18, 2020
When we wish
feel a warmth
inside
touch our soul
might the world know
we who wonder
would, could, want
this love
an imagined feeling
deep inside
the root of who we are
chasing hearts
in a silent repose.
©️ Scott F Savage 11/2020
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A Silent Refuge
Posted at 11:42 pm , on October 5, 2020
Oh people speak
they don’t know the truth
inside a hidden
state of mind.
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We might alllook at the moon
walk away
feeling less in tune.
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Yes we don’t speakfor to reveal ourselves
might risk this our humanity.
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Lost inside fearis a one time ability
to express
natural compassion.
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Insteadwe do shelter lives
when personal tragedy
defines loss.
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Oh we don’t speakthough inside
we imagine the
creaking bend
an old stairwell,
the one that haunted
what once …
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a beginning.
©️Scott F Savage 10/2020
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Keeping Secrets
Posted at 12:57 am , on April 3, 2020
I wish I could
vanish into the night
a rainstorm
wet pavement
running culverts
all indicators
that can only be visible,
hard to hide a
spring storm,
hard to imagine
a life lost found.
I’d like to experience
a ‘New York Minute’
Don Henley
speaking to the fear,
a man has
living inside
a silent storm,
the effect of which
can only be felt
when walking
inside a river of tears.
I wish I might disappear
my secrets no longer fear.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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I Took A Walk Today
Posted at 7:39 pm , on March 31, 2020
It wasn’t with you,
nor her,
a stranger I suppose,
someone with a heart.
a value for life, for love,
the human compassion of a giving soul,
yet,
it wasn’t you,
nor her,
a stranger I suppose
someone with a heart
that left me feeling more alone,
than I might ever imagine,
a flood of tears would
follow then,
in the quiet of a lovely spring night.
A sunset over the horizon
slowly dipping into the clouds,
but yet enough to want to share
with you,
not her,
and this stranger so kind and giving
yet still
I left the walk
and felt the tears begin to gather,
so many questions,
such wonder
how could it be that I feel so lost
when I am giving this new identity
a home in my own silent self.
It wasn’t with you,
nor her
a stranger I suppose
someone with a heart.
I found myself crying alone,
wondering if there may ever be … you.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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Feeling Redundant
Posted at 7:37 pm , on March 29, 2020
Well wonder
what might be
swirling winds nearby
haunting rafters
in certain communication.
Love does not
will not
while routines find purpose
there in the silence
runs the conscience
that place private
where quiet smiles
mean less the obvious
stead discretionary
yearn.
A hope he carries across the citymight be a flash
a moment
when she
when an owl
simplicity
gave melody in the night.
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
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This Quiet Refuge
Posted at 11:42 pm , on March 16, 2020
I can feel the silence around me
a steady wind outside whistles free
well beyond my state of mind
life’s normalcy sweet remind.
The world in a panic a lonely
refuge becomes a challenge ably
fought by one with strength –
lead beyond any sorrow’s length
I want a silence I can feel
not a mandate in reveal
I feel my peace is a weep
lost in fallow might I leap
Real tears as I do find words
mark my sadness so absurd.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020
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Walk Inside My Mind
Posted at 7:27 pm , on March 9, 2020
While life travels forward,
the steps backward are waiting,
a quiet reminder
a silent reflection
all become aspects of our interior,
that piece of our lives,
though we might desire,
keeps a constant wall upon our soul.
Though I choose to try
to cry through my pain,
though each morning, night,
in a day I can imagine every aspect
of what love meant – this wonderful
energy. This beauty and grace
within the fabric
of our imagination.
I do step forward,
do try to simply by memory
allow time to heal,
and yet,
where is the piece of my life,
sustain a certain eloquence, that is the remarkable nature
of love,
that part of a long string
of thought.
cannot be broken apart.
If she could, without several, independent
of a history of doubt, just one walk inside.
©Scott F. Savage 3/3030
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