An oasis in a parched terrain
A rhyme in a dull refrain
In a storm a place to hide
A ******* in a riptide.

Going down, a parachute
Monday morning, short commute.
Summer day a scarf of silk
Warm cookies, a glass of milk.

Chocolate sundae the cherry on top,
Dangerous street a friendly cop.
A sturdy rope down the abyss
Tucked in bed a goodnight kiss.

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.

Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.

My legacy --
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples
Of autumn...

J'ai trouvé du bleu dans mon tiroir
Avec ma chaleur j'ai essayé de le rendre rouge
Mais aucune chose bouge
Avec mon indifférence J'ai essayé de le rendre jaune
Une lumière éblouit la chambre
L'ardeur me fait dissoudre
L'absence me fait affaiblir

I bought a new dress you know,
it's deep red and lightly patterned,
it looks lovely on,
the perfect shape and style,
respectable but trendy,
not another make-do,
I tried it you know,
I had to,
that dress has a purpose,
I bought new shoes,
they're black you know,
same as my royal blue ones,
but a better colour match,
Why did I buy it I hear you say,
what is your purpose,
it's as if I can read your mind,
I have an interview,
a new job,
I do declare,
don my new dress,
my heel less shoes,
dye my greying hair,
I want this job,
more than anything,
it's more my cup of tea,
hee hee,
I need a little knowledge,
I have a bit of that,
A bucket of understanding,
I have buckets more than most,
a touch of empathy,
a wow amount of confidence,
I show it now and then.
I need a trumpet to share with you,
at the moment,
I'm blowing my own,
perhaps you can blow mine too,
support me in my new job quest,
let me prove myself the best,
trying hard to sell myself,
the very best I can,
as only I can do!
(c) Livvi