The velvet moon shines its light at the end of my bed-
I would hear sounds of true art
rushing in my mind
as the wind blow in time
right down deep into my heart
where rage faded in misery
and the true faith of His words
started removing away the hurt
in the words that came to me in songs,
that kept playing on
that somehow in the moonbeam brightness
brought me so much peace
so I could finely get some sleep,
the moon soft warm light put me at easy
I have known all along the maker of the moon
is watching over me among the angel's eyes.
- Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasíaDURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions...
