03 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 016 I’m one who’s not

I’m one who’s not worthy of the heights that I seek.
Untried strength may fail me, halfway up these mountain peaks
I suppose I dwell in silence, yet no fear to speak my mind,
still I frightened by commitments, of thought that cling like veins,
so the golden rays of lover’s light, may never find or lead my way
my path may always lead through night, still waiting on the day