Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

25 April 2020


…Frank put on the thinking cap one day and realized that he was in love, with her, again.













THE LONGEST DAY



Hunting high and low, for a purpose to be, seeking the truth to oneself
The distant smell of adventure lingers in the cold morning air
As a rising sun radiates hope of joy, hopeful dreams and playful memories lingers

But without you I am incomplete

Distance and time our common enemy, long nights ahead
Days rolling by as an endless ocean, rising and sinking with the tide
Slow sweeping winds keeps kissing the treetops, sound of tranquility

Though, without you I am not whole

Your laughter and scent strong in my mind, your embrace and touch my fuel
Seeking a way has become a mantra that does not leave my side
Knowing that nothing else matters I shut my eyes at night

As the days rolls by, I am longing for you









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