MEMORIES

THE REASONS BEHIND THE WRITE

I remember when you've come for a visit,

and it's seemed it was always snowing.

It is like my mind yet isn't willing to forget

all that we once had before it gone bad.

Some days I am so very lonesome,

leaving me feeling so blue over you.

I want to climb into all our memories that

held goodness about you.

I remember all those times we took a hike

on many kinds of mountains, just to feel and

see the beauty of what life has put on earth.

Oh, how I wanted to see you again-

I want to talk to you, but I know I can't.

I stand by my window hoping to see you

as I used to when we felt love and was given

into love, without all this darkness.

Next to my bed is my nightstand, upon it

is a photo of us next to a lit candle that is

burning bright in my darkened room.

Under my bed are many boxes of memories

of photos, gifts, and writings.

Over to the left by the big hardwood window frame

is the desk I do my writing.

I love watching the seasons change in the sky,

as I write down my famous lines.

I felt the world needed to know I have a voice,

a voice that had been silent most of my life.

So, I wrote out my life in so many different ways.

I poured my heart and soul into every word.

I had some good in my life, but not for very long,

I wrote the darkness of my life, that left me broken.

My story I have written in truth and made it fiction.

I dream of only being with you when you were good.

I have dreams dark as they could ever be, where it is

I am always screaming and crying for my freedom.

From you the one that haunts me.

You were once my Prince, but it wasn't much longer you

became a creature of the night. The one I call Dark Angel.

You are the reason behind the write.

Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery