Nearby stands a soul
whole would be a gift
drift upon the sea eddy
a mystique exists beyond
the reach of one humanity
instead all speculation
water is a splash of wonder
cause the eye to fantasize
just how important
and why
and when
and how
will any of this ever affect
my life as it is
capable only of
a gathering of wood
the smoke in the air,
a campfire nostalgia
makes me remember
a wanton desire
to hold her hand nearby,
all the faces we could see
if the light of the fire
would flicker our way,
could they really wonder
about you and me,
or is it just seeing their own
expressions of judgment
caused everyone in their own
perpetual quiet
to wonder out loud,
in their sweet apparent
silence.
Are we all this pre-arranged.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 