Surreal was the tone of the sky on Christmas night.
Navy and cloudless.
And the rain fell.
Lightly, drops of daggered ice.
Falling sharply.
Wet hair.
Not heavy.
Fresh as freedom came.
Spirits danced on air this Christmas night.
All was silent.
No cars.
No twenty four hour take aways.
The animals were hushed.
So silent.
And sleep came to me so easily,
Today I applaud Monday morning.
With it's morning glow and unaffected sky.
For today,
I live and breathe.
So quietly.
(c)LIVV

the birth rate is nearly 3 times that of the death rate
in today's day and age,
I find it amazing that we have
modern medicine
computers with brains
but nobody ever found a way to heal the pain of a
broken heart,
but it's funny,
for every one ending,
there's 3 brand new starts

maybe we don't get our hearts broken,
maybe they're reborn,
into something brand new,
innocent and warm
for every one death,
a new life begins
so what if that was the same
when we feel our world has caved in?

the moon’s a cradle
for lonely souls. gracious night,
slightly cold. the stars
are hung for all the children
who need to find a way home.

My friend please put an end
To your dreadful thirst

When I've been on my own
in a park where the sun is finally
starting to warm my arms
and I  can see the veil of grief-chill
pulling back, about to reveal her
cities and her sidewalks
built in dirt

And I'm miles into the run
   of things
and I'm even further into my own head:

I'm sure that there are other runners
out there
who wish they
       could also
run from the dead.

The sun awaits
just beyond the horizon.
Time gets scarcer
as it bathes us
in its glow.
And our bodies can only
afford to
crumble to dust.

All that we know,
what we knew,
will only be cast...
Imprisoned.
Within the tight confines
of expiring memory.

We must pave a way
to a secret place.
A route to safety...
One that we could share.
Somewhere only we know.

I'll go to this place
where no one can.
I'll wait and anticipate
your arrival at this place...
A place only we know.

How sadly the bird
In  his cage
Watches the butterflies