Which is it came first
said the man,
staring out a window
a lovely autumn sunlight
could give anyone
the hope of another day,
to leave behind such is our anxiety
tends to sway,
state of mind.
We might at first
wish for someone we might know
we did know
we had moments where both
the two of us
intertwined with the heat of our skin
driving us further
only wanted,
desired,
a path
a sweet sensuous song
would envelop
such is the passion,
finding center.
© Scott F Savage 11/2020
Would speak to every sunrise
that eyes dream bluer skies
feel wonder in the morning light
that once ago our hearts did, might
recall the beauty of an eye in tear
would that our passion live near.
~
In morning, when first glance
there is memory follows by chance
we designed our hearts with love
in eyes lined in song a sweet dove
in harmony has found perch nearby
to let me feel a passionate sky.
~
Oh to know only why is once a cry
eternally a solace will my body sigh
walk now, remedy a lonely reminder
in every morning blue tears are sure
I will in melody speak truth may let
ours a memory weep silent sunset
˙© Scott F Savage 11/2020
A simple theme really,
heartbroken dreamers
lost inside some circuitry
a travel without a planner.
Though we used to know,
any given day,
a starlit night,
as long as we could be in each other’s arms
the hope we had
we might
last forever,
though we knew we never would,
didn’t want to look that far,
just your eyes
you and me,
and the world stopped
to let us feel that free
some freedom of the mind,
I lost when you stopped
loving me.
© Scott F Savage 10/3/2020
For it is a compelling quandary
to know love is a passion
to know we are in the human form
drawn by the touch, the affections our own
need to feel.
~
I once stood upon a crest,
deep was a valley of afterthought,
only when having caused that descent
of hardship
brought upon me
by insecurty
driven upon self absorbed abandonment.
~
We dream sadly insecure
in that ability to recognize
such is the value of contribution
in whatever capacity,
may it be fault
may the outcome be a failure
though how would we survive
without allowance for such is a healing
trial becomes peace
though notwithstanding
the effort of a self-effacing
forgiveness.
~
And might there be suggested a travesty,
oh to know the wonder of finding sanity.
______________________________________________________________________________
© Scott F Savage 9/2/2020
This is dedicated to a life once lived and the of knowing a special life.
To Zelda
A sad song sworn in secrecy
we have felt the pain
my heart bleeds
your soul has needs
no longer this love a legacy.
Caught in a summer rain
moisture in your hair bead
shaking your head sweet smile
listening to you all the while
wet linens felt within our gain.
Simple a truth finds need
affections left in this a trance
two spirits lost inside a dream
today such hurt would we scream
neither lover has a key to lead.
I did once watch her eyes like chance
could man be blessed her solemn dance.
©️Scott F Savage 6/2020
Feeling a fall,
this is my world
less confidence
more fear.
I’ve lost quite a lot
recent months have allowed
storms of discontent,
a certain mired horizon
seems my last resort.
In walking my life
cannot help imagine a fire,
the blaze surrounds my desires,
I am left to survive,
knowing I might rather not.
I knew a mystique
in contrast to my reality,
I fell in love with chance
only to discover those I love
might need put absence upon my life,
self-respect would die.
People were close
a distance seems so apparent
hard to imagine
a lovely sunrise,
a spectacular sunset.
I’m chasing the green light
a symbolic gesture
won’t be understood,
unless I swim toward the light,
to be
to be enveloped by the sea.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
the ‘b’ series
I’ll not post my grief and despair
such channeling has no value to compare,
in the meantime brood me lain alone at night,
while endeavor my heart will search the green light.
© Scott F. Savage
– last post on this page
(F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby)
– for Zelda
in morning sweet light
wake knowing her love a dream
only strengthen my night
©️Scott F Savage 5/2020
– for Zelda
The active light is on every night,
a green light has a special meaning behind
I’ve explained,
more so, I have romanticized
stood with the green light across the bay
in the distance
just like the book,
waiting,
I’m waiting
with remarkable hope.
Things have happened in my life,
to push you away,
I get it,
I understand
and I know that you can hear me.
The solace I feel is knowing you can
hear me.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
Have you questioned confidence,
believe in what it is that is real in mind,
even when the winds change,
a desire to be that person
becomes a random memory
to the other,
to the other,
another part of you,
she too
walks away,
a forest,
the trail ahead,
yet,
there is no end,
though
that person walking alone has found hers,
when once
she might turn back,
eyes now
fade sweet into a summer breeze.
I know her,
yet,
what we might think
is not always
the same
as weighs in the mind,
of one,
who felt themselves
who wanted only to be
in love,
still knows they are,
though will never reveal that part of himself
to anyone.
He holds on alone, forever having known.
Living in the moment,
his struggle to be
only confusion,
yet,
there is a certain beauty
in watching a trail wind forever,
in nature’s path,
all we have to do
is keep moving forward
in order to be
what others could never see,
yet we did …
the truth.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
the ‘b’ series
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