I look for another in the book of love
I longed for the poet that sang;
oh, golden days of spring let your love sing,
let the old ship seal on the sea,
I never found a Poet one like you
Art of love is beautiful but then they
Never seen you out on the ship with a love so true
I guess I looked but when I stopped looking
there you stood...
Helpless I stood among those awful cages;
you, my love,  delivered me from injury;
You gave your self to me so patiently,
the fallen roses are me out on the sea with thee,
the old moon rushed along the sky
beating its beauty like it was heaven to the eyes
love is on our side when I was no longer looking.

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