To imagine
lives predestined
such a beautiful thing
to imagine
our state of mind
might be the same
miles away
thoughts beyond.
To imagine
we can correspond
with one another’s moves
an art of serendipity
whose questionable
authority
might probably suggest
to imagine
is beautiful
inside
its idiotic
penchant
to dream
© aquietman
Hers was always a silence that echoed surprise
one night leaving my world and in a picture
she did show me a rising moon, sudden in my eyes
the horizon before me, lovely to be sure.
~
I wonder if we might ever know serendipity
is truly a magical rollercoaster of emotion.
To feel her spell upon my own clarity
one would need to feel her every notion.
~
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
Though we might be miles away we need to be okay
She is the moon rises before me on a summer night
~
She brought my soul to heaven, splendor in the night
I couldn’t hide my heartache for her sweet elegance,
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
looked upon the sky I knew our lives were only chance.
~
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
Though we might be miles away we need to be okay
She was the moon rising before me on a summer night
~
She is the moon rising in my eyes on a lovely summer night.
© Scott F Savage 7/2021
If I might say hello
before we say goodbye
we might in a farewell
never feel a need for why.
Midnight tear just rolled my cheek
that wetness there I could feel
I knew in that moment you were with me
together we can feel this cry.
This morning begins another hour
thoughts of you will carry me through
each time when I can imagine
every aspect of my life with you
For every night begins imagining you,
wake up to a sky in a spectacular blue
Would be that in her heart might mine remain
for in this day we speculate reason
the clouds loom above teasing the season,
response to sweet energy in spring we gain.
When do the cleansing notion of tears
begin their natural descent like sudden taps
the melody which we might play when chaps
we knew with Service would rest quiet fears.
So much in a single story, whence a certain day
brings mind to question the why the beauty
of hearts they feel passion is serendipity
yet gorgeous is the moment we know is this way.
Our lives, apart inside the freedom of an exterior
a blend imagined we visualize wondrous interior.
for Zelda
yes, those moments
in the quiet eyes
find similar paths
hope aligns
with silent passion
shared only
with a spiritual enigma
we might call surreal,
yet we know is real,
just alone,
in the capacity of sweet
shared serendipity
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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