02 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 056 We go without direction

We go without direction, carefree, the wind may blow, chasing down the dreams of youth, where ever they may go.

05 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 057 Burning in the twilight

Burning in the twilight, where the wild geese flew crying, into the night, when spring arrives in a woman’s eyes
burning in me as bright

I know, she’ll fly away from me, into the setting sun, on the wings of another dream, before the night has come

Last of the leaves have fallen and touched the untouched snow,
where the cold blowin wind, where I have been, has come and soon must go

I know, she’ll fly away from me, into the setting sun, on the wings of another dream, before the day is done

10 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 058 The echoes of my footsteps

The echoes of my footsteps, reminds me I’m alone, down this endless street of silence, rains a melody, of home
and it’s this emptiness that fills my steps, for these nights I’ve slept, alone

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain, can’t ya hear me through the silence
callin out your name

The shadows shorten, as each street light nears, a passing spotlight on loneliness, another tear

Each day goes by, like this walk through the rain, though my hearts and dreams, consume me
each day still ends the same

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain
can’t ya hear me through the silence, callin out your name

16 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 059 Emerging from her hiding place

Emerging from her hiding place, she seek from me a warm embrace,
honest approach that held no lies, seeking love but applies no ties,
standing naked in both our shame, removed away by passion’s flame
captured me in this morning tide, golden beauty of a new sunrise,
this need inside she could see, touched my heart and setting me free

16 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 060 Love took this blind eye

Love took this blind eye and thrilled it, emerged me in natures stream
played round my mind and filled it, with the songs of butterfly wings

Beauty entangled me into the moment, I found myself staring at her hair
lost in the sea of her sent, the fragrance of roses filled the air

Over her body with thoughts of caress, looking back into these penetrating eyes
while I just stood there speechless, as her white gown she unties

Our fingers danced between us, in search of a broken line
fallen in the trance that lust will provide, between the walls of her design

A palm tree in my desert and thy glance, like the stares above
after the death of the sun in its glory, a canopy of youthful love