Born for Light, we agree
we enjoy the Northern dark Winter
feels ok, feels right
The Bear DNA , snuggles, me
and the community, in warmth
We like the Winter, We love the Light
WE love the long sleep

but you look at her
as if you just found
your new favorite thing
in the whole world
(i look at you like that too)

The princess isn't really dark.
The light bulb it exploded.
Left  the poetic princess ,
with nothing but a spark.
The princess, she loves nature,
Flowers and fresh air,
Somehow that sister's twisted when she doesn't need to be.
Ahead the road is widening as she's heading to the light.
Walking slowly in autumn,
Seeking fresh daylight.
As the autumn brings with it winter chills,
The setting sun will fall,
From winter hanging icicles,
New snowdrops peep through the chilly crunchy grass.
The heart no longer breaking as crystal shining glass.
Perpetual changing moments, she is a jewel in one mans crown.
Her beauty sparkles wholly a fizz of lemonade.
With kisses soft as summer fudge,
Strawberry cheesecake and custard ****,
Remember when you next see her,
This pretty lady has a heart.
(c) Livvi

In gentle hands,
rising over waves of wind
to lands anew
we fly. And from so high
we are as small
as frost on the windowsill.

Searching for you but your never around,
looking for release but it's not easily found,
bottles all empty,  I’m running on air,
smoke after smoke, my lungs want to tear,
need some kind of redemption,  it’s time to leave,
make a fresh start some sort of reprieve,
but everywhere I look is just a chapter in a book,
and as each page gets turned another bridge is burned.


© H V Swan

You sat her on a pedestal beside a grand piano.
You held her heart upon a string,
were united together by a golden balloon,
which acted as a yo-yo ,
flying high above the moon,
starry skies and butterflies,
Just so you could touch her,
like no other ever could,
and she said ,
Only you,
would she ever touch again,
Be at one with,
never again,
Her eyes are stained as glass tear drops fall,
Fed by sorrow's pain.
You are the cherub,
the innocent,
and her,
She's the beautiful demon inside,
who plays on your head,
tying strings of regret.
And around your throat they're choking you,
Exorcism of tears,
Then you know the demon won.
(c) Livvi