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 © 2016
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery