I could see his wild side
all the pain he had to combat
How cold his heart can be when he
starts to think about his history
Out in that pouring rain, he feels his own pains
Forgetful he was not
He could spot you from far
and remember every word you ever said
But he can be warm and sweet
when he is off his feet
His eyes have witnessed more than most
I could talk to him about truth and Love
But I would be only wasting time
Because he only hears one-sided stories.

- Judy Emery © 1979
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery