Those strange thoughts come to me
in those darken dreams,-
where I ever heard was the screams
and the images of true agony,
not understanding what it all means.
I am all alone in the cold,
standing bold, having my talk
with Jehovah God.
on the soil of life, and death,
this will be one day my bed
to rest my head.
I asked so many questions,
but maybe not enough.
In the silence, I hear the wind blow
like it is speaking to me
in another language.
My tears begin to roll from my eyes
as I start to sigh...in my sleep the snow is falling
and I hear the calling, saying to me,
you have never been alone,-
I have been with you before you were ever born.
- Judy Emery © 1984 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT
FantasyThis is a fiction poem book mixed with the old and the new,.
