23 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 063 She was but a child of the wind

She was but a child of the wind, free to play in the leaves, time was hers, life was pretend, a forest from the trees
she’d run along the river’s edge with her imaginary friends, the days were long and the current strong,
and they never seemed to end

See’s only what she wants to see, cares not about the pain, nothin ever changes, in the eyes of the estranged

She was taken to the city, where the faces always change and she discovered very quickly, here, a smile’s not the same
they took to her like bees to honey, saying what she wants to hear, wandering eyes, in search for money,
a trade in silence for her tears

See’s only what she wants to see, cares not about the pain, nothin ever changes, in the eyes of the estranged

She’s always said, “my love lies sleeping” cradled in his arms, cause she remembers a better place,
where it’s all so peace and calm