Magic women to stop their pains, Oh, how it made me scream to see all these things in darken dreams, the old dead sea was anger, as it could be in a storm that is brewing, rain of tears are falling frogs, are hopping trees are swaying into the night, Oh, how I held on for the ride I hold on to my soul but still a part of me let go, things are getting so out of control.


Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery