I watch the music maker -
how he puts his love down in ink,
Oh, how I would hear the words bleed
in darkening dreams.
We are the lovers of time
yet, love can play games on the mind,
We dream our dreams -
that soon made us scream.
Oh, how I could hear the wind
play its painful hues -
as it cries out to me over and over again
As I wander by the lonely sea.
I was lost in darken dreams
I would watch the old pale moon gleam;
as the music maker started to scream.
I didn't quite understand what it means -
For me to see the things.
The world is dark-
and things aren't what they seem
when it comes to darken dreams,
yet, I write out a fabulous story
to the whole world what it is I bleed.
When the music marker
- sings out his painful tunes
my heart would beat just a little faster every-time
It was like he was reading my mind.
Yet, I never had to say a word
he would say them in every tune,
Oh, how my heart would always bleed more
-in every June.
He would tell me a story
in my dreams-
saying to me, why do you scream?
Who is being mean to you my queen?
Why do you cry?
Who is the one that brought tears to your eyes?
at this time let your heart be pleasured
by my every tune.
You must go forth and conquer a crowd
as they put on your head a crown-
Oh, dear queen don't look down
I will sing a new song as the crowd
will dance around.
We are in the ages of dreams
where life can bury your emotions deep
leaving you very week
as you sleep.
-Judy Emery © 2019
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
