08 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 021 Circular trails


Circular trails around the North Star, soaking in the darkness
to the edge of the night, never far, from where my soul confessed
here the world end and extends, unspoiled by the hands of another

I’m already torn and cannot pretend, they have failed to waken my lover
the red beneath the rose, the cheek and the sweetness within, the stars look down and knows
where the finger prints begins

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

Poem 022 So beautiful


So beautiful,
to see your eyes smiling, enchanting, such a view, yet closeness brings out shyness and I know that isn’t you,
or maybe it’s the language, not knowing what to say but it really, makes no difference, I know you anyway.
To speak is not important, to see, to know what’s real, to touch, to feel each other, to learn, that love is real

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

Poem 023 Wrapped in silence


Wrapped in silence, deep and still, an ear waiting on that somber voice
within the shadows arose a chill, came a vision to rejoice

Across the moonlight like angles sing, danced the sweetest harmony
what beauty, what passion brings, she touched my heart and set it free

From her hand the subtlest strokes, painted an ardent mood
and in that moment the silence broke and pierced thy inner solitude.

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12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 024 Not a leaf stirred


Not a leaf stirred, not a foot print left behind, as I sneaked pass the watchful dragons
paradise, rebirth, immorality, the oracles of human time, questions

Without a word, without an image, in that brief moment when the clouds have cleared, silence
where the emotion takes over the intellect, I was made aware

I was told to look at my reflection, to face our illusions, told that joy lies in the desire,
true love can be birthed in a blink of an eye and then never dies
worship is charity and nothing else

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12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 025 When I woke up in the morning


When I woke up in the morning, felt like all I had was gone,
I felt like I was empty inside, something outside was wrong

The wind blew, leaves scattered to the stream, standing on its margins, I held onto this dream
I wonder, how it can be, repeating the music of the rain, I was alone here, unable to explain
The world she spins around me, love can never change and though I did not embrace it, feelings still remain

When I woke up in the morning, I lost my right from wrong, I felt like I was empty inside, felt like all I had was gone

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