When I write my lamp is always on
I pour my bleeding soul to the world
that has always been cold,
where my heart is shattered
that old poet lamp shines its light
for me to write all that is broken.
When the day is full of dust
and old memories start playing on my mind
where old lies where being told
to me, some years ago,
where old words cutting away on my heart
while my spirit sinks in ink.
My poet lamp sends its light on high
deep into my darkest hours,
where the autumn rain poured
But, soon the sun did shine its glory
of the true beauty of its rays.
Oh, how it put a smile back on my face
by night more tears I write
while my lamp shines it's light
sparkling it's faithful beauty for me to see
where the winter winds blow
all it's sorrows my way.
I will soon hear sweet tones
of love and true laughter,
I remember all that I can
while my life is still with me
While I can still write out what I feel by night
next to my faithful lamp.
No matter the pains or happiness
Life has always been a gift.
- Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
