14 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 073 Dreams of wishes

Dreams of wishes, like the trees, who know the wind, its melodies
with no desire, to move or change, a love like passion, to remain

So like these trees, I spread out my arms, to feel the wind, to know its charm
for I could never, plant my roots as deep, from day to day, the sun to greet

And I, just a single sand in time, placing memories, in rows, in rhymes
a dream of colors, of red and gold, a love like flowers, to unfold