12 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 024 Not a leaf stirred

Not a leaf stirred, not a foot print left behind, as I sneaked pass the watchful dragons
paradise, rebirth, immorality, the oracles of human time, questions

Without a word, without an image, in that brief moment when the clouds have cleared, silence
where the emotion takes over the intellect, I was made aware

I was told to look at my reflection, to face our illusions, told that joy lies in the desire,
true love can be birthed in a blink of an eye and then never dies
worship is charity and nothing else