05 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No 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