12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
I woke from a dream, fixing my eyes on the unseen shadows of the dark room and began tracing the steps of the dream that had just left my grasp. I got up, sat at a table in the corner of the room and stared out at the moon. (more…)
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12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
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
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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12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
To play in life, a singing song, the hands of a vanishing moon
is reaching out, my heart’s loose strings and draws it up in tune
That loving touch, I’m missing, my love I lost through tears
is reaching out, I saw you go, hasn’t vanished through the years
And now, I’m truly lonely, among but still alone,
though the strings, of my heart, so well in tune, has lost that loving tone
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