I stand on high most of the time
when others read about me
who speaks of my words aloud
for others to hear and see,
I know my words can be so dark
but never let them stumble you
this is my own written words
that cuts deep into my soul
that burns me to the core
of the red sea that bleeds,
What are words if you cannot use them?
what are dreams if you cannot dream them?
I was a child some time ago
holding the pains of yesterdays
in the kingdom of broken dreams
I had lost many things
most of my life I felt the rain
Love was once strong halfway into my life
but then that one had died
darken paths was handed down to me
like the old crying sea
the velvet moon became a silent friend
even to my very end.

Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery