In the quiet of our lives,
we once could listen,
the wind a breeze of sweet melody,
would we wish forever.
Now the clouds have passed,
a starlit night,
a short hour in between
the longest days,
of summertime.
We will feel the wane,
the crickets in weeks ahead will come to life,
our world as we know,
always evolves,
whether we say so,
or try to deny,
we can only be
a passenger …
just another holiday,
some traveler
along for the ride.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
Personal Testimony 