The old moon never arrives too soon,
my emotions bled while I peddling along;
feeling worried, walloping of tears,-
that has played on in the rhymes of my heart;
that has lingered on for many years.
As the old moon lingers into the sky
so did the desires of the billions of stars
glowed in love over the moon
that shined so beautifully in June,
all over the lands, their lights did shine
right here where I stand; in each and every step,
the old moon takes one right along with me;
like an old sad song, that keeps playing on.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
