If sky could speak
a pretty melody play.
Stand outside and look,
look higher, feel the wind
play upon naked skin.
In this moment
your marvelous eye.
A radiant blue,
a promise for you.
©️Scott F Savage 3/2022
If sky could speak
a pretty melody play.
Stand outside and look,
look higher, feel the wind
play upon naked skin.
In this moment
your marvelous eye.
A radiant blue,
a promise for you.
©️Scott F Savage 3/2022
I woke today to beauty in autumn,
our lives as they may aging is solemn.
Yet we might know inside a reach
is passion such that love does teach
~
The sight swoon a sigh in silvery sky
a grateful beauty would a man cry.
May we see in a moment of silence
is hers in elegance a sweeping trance
~
Today is a whether when where the gray
of sweeping breeze will loosen as may
the leaves of summer now are slipping
might nearby an ice bodies preparing,
~
For is the time of year we might slippery
know this nature solace still shine silvery.
© Scott F Savage 9/12/2020
Someone stated doppelganger
and we laughed,
remarked until we could no longer
imagine,
such is the truth
when we wonder
of another.
Perhaps we are curious
of their lives,
same way,
same outcome,
did your wrist burn
just the other day.
Maybe we can match up
all the scars we have today.
Wonder out loud
sometimes they might hear you,
just enough to say,
‘hey’
I’m still here
what is possibly
still in your way.
If might we make a
decision
to go another way,
we leave behind the passion
a realization once
counted upon,
would nw become
has begun a slow
deterioration.
At least that is what we say
to ourselves,
alone in the forest,
waiting for the sky
to find another twilight,
another reason to …
No one can possibly know,
except maybe,
you & me.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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