Listen, do you hear it
the sound of wind rushing in
winter is on its way

with the clouds of Gray
the buttress colors of summer fads
I hide my heart in rain showers

the Flowers in my garden are faded
they look almost as lonely as I
the beauty of true clarity has succeeded

the veils of one’s true colors wove the sea
frostbitten blossoms in an envious eye
lost puzzled and all alone

Cold as stone in my home
I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high
I fly around in the dark world I live
to find my shining spot of true Love to Live.

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