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
Personal Testimony 