How can only try to reach the top of this mountain
but it has been forbidden.
whatever happened,-
to the one who would tell about poets
whose hands could take a pencil to the paper
and change everything?
I'm still unsure what direction to steer,-
It's so hard not knowing who will be next to fall.
The evening slips into another darkness
what must I do?
if I knew all about all of this, would that be bad, too?
I've been feeling I am running out of time
people are acting as if they have lost their minds.
I am afraid to let all of this go
we've tried it before,-
but all those painful memories kept knocking on my door.

- Judy Emery © 1994
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery