She stood in his way he thought forty years later … stepped aside away
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 asContinue reading “Stand With Me”
Her eyes would shine in an evening moonlight, for the remainder of our lives we might remember forever this night, ours was the beauty of knowing love is right. ~ If I could ever retrace the steps that brought us love, oh to know the course of time, the words, the actions that suggest thisContinue reading “When Once”
I do begin a day with a damp reminder of shedding tears in a dream a night when I might scream, if awake to feel the emotional disorder of my life like a knife cutting through every element as I might breathe, countless days holding hope in an empty sheathe. ~ If for a momentContinue reading “Rest My Weary Eyes”
I haven’t felt it quite some time waffling through my words, wishing I might find it again, again, again. Yet how can I know, if I haven’t found anything in an earlier time.
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 worldContinue reading “Whispers For Her”
She waits waits while he knows only his own burden he has placed upon her. She waits she knows when he will let impulse overcome his rationale He waits, she will pause her silence deafening, all he will do is remember hers was passion, a mystique she gave him freely, and then theContinue reading “Quiet Instinct”
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A close friend of mine said to me one time, you have a serious case of fear of abandonment. I hadn’t really thought about it as significantly as her words caused me to imagine, but ever since that day, I have paid close attention. Throughout my childhood, I can remember specific events all the wayContinue reading “The Circumstance of Abandonment”
Lately, it has been a struggle, the passing winds, changing temperatures, one day a glance outside, a bicycle ride, the next plants are back inside, thermostat running again, we never can really tell when the right mood, will tell us it is time to understand. © Scott F. Savage 5/2020