Time Is A Reveal

We walk the plank, sort of speak,

our lives fragile,

often at the tipping point,

where we decide

we want more, we wish for something,

someone,

we would desire a quiet

happiness.

 

In the absence of our fears,

we know the drama,

stated cultural mores

that might determine

happiness instead of fantasy.

 

Or is it the other way around,

when our compass

for satisfaction,

becomes

comfortably skewed,

enough to recognize

there is a worthy reason,

for any reveal.

 

Time is at best our enemy

when we suddenly do

find love,

the sort we might have fantasized

long before we ever

accepted our reality,

and yet we did,

so there we stand …

 

Gale forced winds

will not let us ever forget

the meaning of our lives

in the eyes of our own

persecution.

 

Instead might we somehow

come to terms,

when telling one another

we do know love,

we feel beauty,

recognize passion,

when in that moment,

together

our eyes did blend in

tears,

 

We were in one moment,

when all else seemed faraway,

happy.


© Scott F Savage 2019

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