MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

WASHED AWAY MY PAINS

I see the beauty that is beyond the gray,

the fields of the glitter of sunbeam -

that shines on every wildflower in showering rains.

Oh, how I see the beauty of wild sunflowers swaying

into the cool breeze of memories of you.

All your words of truth touched my weeping heart

and washed away my pains for the day.

-Judy Emery © 1983 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery