Stand With Me

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


Are we all this pre-arranged.

© Scott F Savage 8/2020


Published by a quiet man

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