28 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 050 Colors that tinges

Colors that tinges the clouds at sunset, gazed down onto nature’s naked loveliness
the butterfly, the soul, who turns to greet the tidings with a kiss
she dropped the corners of her apron and let the flowers run, a curiosity too strong to resist
whose head is turned by the sun

Like Cupid wounding himself, I awoken hidden seeds of lovers so entwined
the memories, the melodies, in this hour of my deepest need, you are in my mind
emerging from Daedalus’s labyrinth, where silence sits and shadows call,
your fingertips, your moistened lips, I find,

and in your passion I will fall
How sweet it is, the downward stream, from heavenly harmony
the tranquil landscape, through which it flows, the waters washed away and set my soul free
as if Clotho was spinning faster than Lachesis could measurer, beyond her shears,
immortality I could see, not minutes days or years