In these dark waters come the drawn dreams up from my frozen heart, the water glitters spring. I hold on standing tall in the dusk of hope I listen from distance the songs of the birds the songs of frogs that are all in love. I dreamed of the battle of love. I dream that one day my prince will find me year's had passed in silence in the midnight moon, I see an old scarecrow out of my window standing alone in a cornfield in weird hollows lonely while the ravens sleep making dreams. I see in the loss of days' women planting seeds singing songs of ancient times, old poets come to my mind like King Solomon and King David. While wild geese write a line flapping across the sky, while the old moon shines so bright in the night to celebrate a New Year. A poetess writes in the tingling of the night the last verses ''Oh, ' full moon you have seen everything that this old life brings solacing my forty-eight years to pass to my forty-nine let this poetess of who I keep on writing my death bed.
-Judy Emery © 2015
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
