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