The shades of the night of July
Black Tulips into a glass velvet vase
it shows no beauty to face,
If you could describe a bird in a cage
what would it look like?
what would it sing
if it holds in its mouth a silent tongue?
If you cut the cord to the heartstrings
there would be a darken place that holds pain,
If you face the beast eye to eye what would you see?
would you marvel over the rain?
My thoughts...
My tears are dim...
I wreck the rest of the best of me
is when my love cut me deep,
I was to pluck out the memories of my heart
what would be left for me to write about?
I think into my darkened room;
looking back at a crying moon
that is shining into the night of my dooms,
I must find what will make my heart sing
what will make my body move like spring,
I feel like the bird with no tongue
crying into the cage of my darkened room,
my silent cries hold my thoughts like a broken clock,
with a shattered note on the weaker heartbeat of me.

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