MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

PLATFORM

Oh, Julius Caesar, You know how to speak
your hurtful Latin in deep pronunciation
on a hot July 100BC.
From My Heart to your platform
of your rage-
what a very big stage.

You had so much power in the
Roman politics, that truly know how to
beak down a very beautiful soul
we loved so long ago.

From my heart to your platform
our lover roots deep as it intertwines
As our long stem of blooming love
cast all over the land
You once made me feel so grand
when you were my man.

Deep red petals you laid all around
our king-sized feathered bed of stone,
Oh, but you loved to roam -
I was your Cleopatra
yet, I wasn't your only one.

Oh, how we dance in the Roman eyes,
we played our love in many stages.
Oh, my forbidden love
you are all I could think of
I visited on so many occasions.

I even romanced you
on the residing in the villa just outside
Rome across the Tiber.
All that we had played on your Platform
Years later, you took all that I had
things turned bad.

By the movement of the moon
what we had ended way too soon
you did your very best to tear me down.
Red is what I bleed
it is a warning for me
things are not what they use to be.

I'm not invisible
But I am the only one who can feel the pain
you left me out in the rain.
The flower you once love,
you plucked away at my heart
until there wasn't anything left to pluck.

-Judy Emery © 1989
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery