All-day I’ve been feeling a built of the pain of something from
another lifetime; where potters loved their clay,
where a lifetime of the heated sun, but then something happened
to the beauty of the land, ships of love sink into the angry sea,
where true fishermen were out casting their nets.
Oh, how the horizon bleeds upon on the bloodstain sand
Where it is the dark king stands where he was once locked away
Now he goes out of sight, making his way into the night.


Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery