Dwelling Place
Dwelling Place
If I could make a dwelling place
in your heart I would
but all I could find
was rain of yesterdays,
You had lost your way
so now that dwelling place
has no roamed for love
the happiest days are long gone,
the dark hours had come
to you like a wild storm
Your name is marked in the dark
you have a way to bring on pains
you have power of the dark side,
where love could never be
What made you like this?
I know if anyone stands to close
you would make a lot of smoke
I can feel the essence of your power,
but it’s not the kind I was looking for
you were once a true prince
and I was your queen
but now its all-in dreams
things are never what they seem.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1985