If it were possible
how many would change their route
as Frost would suggest
taken upon ourselves what we are not about
yet how many, really
when we look in the mirror
can we recognize who we were
in all of fields of fear.
When one day, she did walk away
finally
after so many times a return
I would honor and wish for
more than any circumstance
in my life
like a setting sun
inside the phenomena of a rainbow
the chance
to experience
a night moon,
the complete nature
of love as a being
set forth on this earth
to experience
all that is confusion.
If I might retrace,
not us,
not her not that time,
only this,
that I beckon,
there is no other,
ever.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 