I could see the lighting strike across over sky and the sea of you and me into a world of darkening dreams, the old ancient moon hanged around in that sad late June, the rain would fall like teardrops with our names on them while the summer fading into fall, my heart broke just a little more winter made its way at my door, I could still hear your voice ragging war.

Judy Emery © 2011
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery