Once in a while
standing nearby
I feel a smile
long before a cry
Time will travel slow,
if I find the right pool,
water standing still though
if it is all, be me the fool.
Further down the stream
I could feel the breeze
finding freedom in a dream
falling to my knees
I’m always awake when it is done
this feeling of love is now my none.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
the ‘b’ series
Personal Testimony 