AW! how my heart bled out in metamorphoses.
My God, my love, never let me go,
it is you my heart knows
so very long ago
Keep pouring all that you want me to know
in phrases and pros,
I will write all those famous lines
in a world that runs so blind.
Breathe the air so I breathe it with you,
as I write those famous lines
whereas your words pour out in power
in truthiness on each page, they will shine
that holds the ink of what it is I see
what it is I bleed deep within
fighting away the sins.
Oh, let my poor heart bleed for all eyes to read.
upon the mighty Sea, your words come to me
like the touch of cool breeze..interring my body
moving my spirit to dance with yours.
-Judy Emery © 1978The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
