A night of longing
my heart is weeping
needing you
The years are passing
your face is fading
but your words are
everlasting
Gray clouds are forming
holding rain in them
by night I tear up in memories
while the rain falls
I feel you near me
but when I look to see
is a sad empty street
so I close my door
I go to my room
to a cold empty bed
to lay my head
to get some rest
Then there I go again
think about you
wondering if your thinking
abut me too.
- Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery