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

Poem 028 With the wind and bending reeds

With the wind and bending reeds, the flowering grass and scattered weeds

where the clouds pause when passing by, only lend their beauty to the sky

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

In the distance I can hear some birds, the silence broken by their song

my sprit knows, I can’t put in words, how my soul knows it belongs

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

Above where leaves dance on the tree and upon the birds their wings

seems these songs are sung just for me, sounds that say a thousand things

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

Of my soul in these veins of air, another breath in nature’s song

death by inches, when I’m not there, how my soul knows it belongs

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness