This surgeon did word make a plea
said would discover render incision
took apart coupled satisfaction.
This ‘burn’ then we called a battlefield
when life has been bound without yield,
a decisive time,
spice sweet thyme
would wander wild regret
we did our lives ever begin
now soft is the mellow
swift afterward
tears again.
©️ Scott F Savage
Last night I felt you in my dream,
like walking along a sidewalk,
we each held an end of a box
holding memories,
and while we looked away we could
keep an even pace,
but in as dreams will do
the moments we might find each other’s eyes,
we did notice tears,
we could stumble,
we could feel the anxiety
in our vertigo,
we always wished might stay away,
so the lovely reminders
could carry our hearts away.
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
scattered toys
broken spells
ironic
how lives remain
long after the years
have
claimed childhood.
~
I awoke to her voice
an empty room
filled with memory
the sounds of only
a yesterday
a mother and father
might remember.
~
there lives a distant dream
now no longer surface
the crevice of a wood floor
deeply rooted
with the sounds we love
to replay in mind
know exact moments.
~
this was a new experience
in a child’s eye, like in a dream
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
When waking – cool wintry morning
a sadness will permeate
an iciness when forgotten passion
muster only the courage to remind.
I do imagine you every day
warmth, reach to caress my cheek
a desire I might feel today
so many miles yet here I stay.
I wonder about love in meaning
is it simply a romanticized stir
or is this quiet ache such yearning
that only one may feel alone.
I look for you in every way
those familiar paths have silenced
to become a memory, heart sway
toward a resignation love is away.
Oh to know your eyes might well
my own a flood of tears this our day
©️ Scott F Savage 2020
Do you know I fell in love with you?
Now I am afraid to write that truth.
You have my world now, every word
I produce is in your own possession.
I can no longer think without tears.
Days are spent only trying nothing.
I only say my love for you is always.
©️ Scott F Savage 2019
There was a time when song seemed a natural path,
the flowers along a walkway glisten in the rain,
a shadow of fear lost upon a sunlit horizon
for everywhere we look might smile sweet love.
Wish that a melody could walk me in a forest
feel the natural scratch of brush along naked skin,
the rustling of autumn leaves give way to the cold
deadening nature of our forever changing season.
I wished tonight I could hear her voice again,
so many hours of wonder, of hope, when a tear follow
the natural course of life when lost inside a dream,
a hope, a passion, silent reminder of when, only then.
This common theme of grateful eyes, and distant fond
the grace of some familiar trail that would our eyes become
now a simple nostalgic fairy tale, that once could be believed,
would now be perhaps romanticized beyond our reality.
I wanted to hear you, to see you, to sense your presence near me,
oh to know the beauty of your elegance I once could hold so dear.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Without notice,
a shadow remains,
all signs of life
become only fantasy.
There once was time
we could depend upon
each other telling
ourselves everything.
Once in our lives
the impulse to love
seemed easy,
almost necessary.
When two soul
share a common desire,
it is possible
to find permanence.
Yet the heart is the ache
when confusion
speaks to the circles
inherent with insecurity.
That good-bye we might fear
becomes a silent reckoning.
© Scott F Savage 2019
I told you I was ok,
I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,
There wouldn’t be a day,
when I would try to make you blue.
I just want to tell you this story,
it isn’t meant to remind you really,
of everything about you in a hurry,
that I would love and cherish so fully.
The ache is something always a surprise,
sitting in my home, in a quiet,
when suddenly I have tears I am not wise
to know this chaos is my riot.
I thought of you this day every day,
I wondered, wandered, wanted to feel
the truth about our grace today,
I live to love you, how sweet and real.
I wouldn’t ever want to worry you,
this feeling I have tonight is only a blue.
© Scott F Savage 2019
They are real, streaming down my cheeks,
I don’t have any music
to buffer this pain,
I don’t have any resolve,
to stop the tears,
my eyes are pouring,
I cannot see,
I can only hold on to some fading
memory.
I’m shuddering at the notion,
my hopes, my heart,
my solace,
gone,
beyond the beauty
of knowing love,
I no longer do.
I swore to myself years ago,
I would never fall in love again,
and now, I am only
‘the fool on the hill.’
© Scott F Savage 2019
I’ve been on a rollercoaster and have just
been thrown off
my world
is gravel and asphalt
the kind that stays attached to you for days,
can’t seem to get it out of my hair,
my mind, my soul,
my heart
is breaking at the notion that the cycle
will go on without me,
the highs and lows,
people with laughter,
people that love
can show each other
without fear,
with no denial,
people will now
see me only
walk
away
in a wander
fighting for what I once believed …
love
© Scott F Savage 2019
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