MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

POETIC INK

The paling spring

cast into a wild dream

near rushing waters

where the wind screams,

I hold a pen upon paper

I write down all that I see

while my heart truly bleeds

my pen weeps

in poetic ink

as images sink

deep into my mind

coming to me from ancient times.

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