apersonaljourney – stories of love

Tag: quiet

  • This Quiet Refuge

    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…

  • Walk Inside My Mind

    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…

  • This Place

    I’m afraid of it this place with so much discontent our lives wrapped in a purpose yet the soft touch of beauty when held alone, away from our heart gives strenth to an irrational option. There is no singular reason to imagine that compassion only lends to individual memory. Yet there is, if you think…

  • Rage

    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.

  • This Quiet Man

    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,…

  • A Wandering Mind

    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,…

  • This Is Loneliness

    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…

  • Drafts

    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…

  • Silent Gift

    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

  • At Midnight

    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…