The orange dusk of light comes to me into the night
Oh, how it gives me so much fright
but I still stand up for what is right
where the old idea come back to my mind
I gaze to see what is in front of me,
Oh, how the memories kept flowing
while I write out on many pages of dreams
I know things are never what they seem
I see a messenger walking in the midst of the light
the announcement was very swift
the invisible always is,
the stories are told and the words have gone old
but I still stood bold to a world that is cold,
I looked evil in the eyes
where the lies tell its own stories
I have seen the lost running in the heat of the night
on this month of July
crying out I don't want to be found
while they danced around,
I see how they danced on bones that clutched at their feet
where their hateful words sound out through the darkness
I see a small church burn down
where the railroad was once busy
but now things are desolated
I see a rose burn to dust
where the dead lay,
Oh, how the dawn breaks
and now I wake on my bed
Now my mind is clear holding no fear
the prophets of my dreams sunk in deep
my words are written in a world of the forbidden.
Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
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MY POETIC DIARY
PoetryThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
