Oh, why September rains

keep the memories a flowing

If we only had taken some time

you could see I had never lied

but now I set out in that cold September rains

crying out so many pains

I try to rest my head upon my bed

but when I fall into a deep sleep

I will see you

what is my poor heart to do

when I still Love You?

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