01 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 091 Voices cry out

Voices cry out, like passion in the wind, searching ears, having not pierced the veil,
cries and the tears fall, endlessly on

They only appear, toward the end of the gallery, where the cruelest lies, are often told in silence,
and the tears fall, endlessly on

And we shall never know, what autumn leaves are stripped away, only the soul, thrown wide open to the sun
cries and, the tears fall, endlessly on