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

Poem 097 Come down

Come down, please lift me higher, eternal hills, I’ve never seen
though I strive to reach, never ending heights, still one, who’s lacking wings

Sunlight, I see is brighter, eternal hills, I cannot see
heights I cannot find, supreme desire, still one, who cannot be

My God, please lift me higher, above all, I know to be
and clear the clouds and fit me wings, eternal hills, I long to see