On my wall hangs my heart
it was appealing to me at one time
But with time I now could see
through the mask of he I once loved,
City star he would call me
just to see the spark from me
but to me, his words are like the wind
blowing at my eardrums,
Oh, dancing winds of heartbreak
with herbalist tears
that comes so near in springtime
flowers do grow into the garden of my soul,
Oh, silken memories look what you are doing to me
tripping sing the blows of yesterday
decorated pains of gold lacquer lie that stand by my side
I can see the demons in his carving sad eyes,
when he moves like he swishing and wishing
for a stare to flicker in the dark
while he takes a bite from my heart
swollen veins of the same old games
lying down with the strain of his evil lies,
bending, teasing, biting off my lips
just to see another tear fall like a falling star
kissing away the light of day
in the night the old moon makes its way into my room
while my old pains rid of memory lane.

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