OH, velvet moon: How my voice cry's out to you
I liberate my pains out to you
I sat in the cold night to wept in my own loneliness
It is like a war within myself afraid to ask for help
Years and seasons had passed on bye no words of kindness
No words of love ever came my way
All I ever received is the gentle touch of the wind
and the rain that cooled off my silken white skin
My poor heart feels so lost in the humiliation of all
the hurt I held in, dear old friend;
I'm out crying too you again.
- Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery