05 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 005 I know giving

I know giving, beyond giving, when you, you come to me
who woke the night, before the dawn and touched me, silently

As two windblown clouds, who ripple the night, drifting, not a care
who touches the reasons, of love and why, understanding how to share

It touches me, so deeply, her fingers, as the sun
who warms the light, to my inner soul and wraps me, into one