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

Poem 094 I once had a friend

I once had a friend and oh did we soar, so many new things, never seen them before
flyin’ so high, within the night air, moment to moment, without even a care
There’s a joy, in the height, when looking on down, I notice them moving, just wandering around
to hover above, to circle again, wondering why and wondering when
I felt so free, like a bird through the air, moment to moment, I had not a care
The night, was our own, to adventure the wind, reality my canvas, the paints to pretend
not a fear in the world, to go where I dare, wandering here and wandering there