I could see the lighting strike across the sea of darken dreams leaving me feeling I could no longer breath, how could this be happing? I know I am alive, yet I feel so dead. living in a world so darken full of hate and rage that kept the cage open to all this madness. aww, while the old ancient moon hanged around in that sad late June.

- Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery