I walk and I talk in a poetic rhyme
with sweetness plays like a charm,
that is the true beauty,
My style-that drives the mind wild.
I write in my own blood-stained ink.
When it comes to darkening dreams,
I cry out what it is I bleed-
upon the mighty seas.
I write like the wind-
that blows against my skin-
while the night is still beautifully young-
whereas all my deep emotions pour.
Yet, my spirit is brilliant-
as my thoughts climb upon the starry skies,
where the moon shines so bright-
In a dark and brilliant night.
The mind shades with time
the more I write it clears my head.
upon on the ship -
My heart skips a beat.
Because I see a raven staring back at me.
In every movement of its yellow-red eyes
I can see the pains-
of what he left behind.
But, as the night slowly moves along
like a sad love song-
I can see the serenely in its expression.
A place we both are dwelling.
- Judy Emery © 1989The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
