Come out of the rain
a voice called out to me
o let the storm move along
you don't need to be out among the cold
O but if that voice only is known
I had been in the storm way too long,
O my heart, my heart
I cried
O can you see me bleeding?
the rain is all my tears
I cried day and night for years,
Come, my child,
the voice called out to me
let you heart mend
come take my hands
that is when the pains began
to cut deeper within,
Who she ever Love me
can never come near me
this is how the story goes
O how I would love to take
your hand in true Loves dance,
But a spell has been cast upon me
and my heart has been lost
deep down into darken dreams
so, for now, I will always let my tears fall
I will always feel the coldness
until the spell is broken.

Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery