06 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 019 I’m dreamin of things
I’m dreamin of things that we never did, sunset and sights to see
I hold in my sighs, letting the days roll on by, such things that will never be
I remember our trip and the hills that we climbed and wondered why we never could
the image still walks, like a ghost in my mind, still hoping that some day we would
