What will thy recall of me.
When my heart has drifted out to sea.
When I cruise on clouds.
Dance on air.
No longer loud.
Who will know I was ever there.
I have not the impact of an empress.
Nor the magic of a sorceress.
Have not the beauty of a starlet.
I shall maybe just vanish into space.
Become another forgotten statistic.
A name without a face.
(c)LIVVI
Selfishly inspired by the death of Sir George Martin.

Pluck stars from the night sky.
Juggle with them.
As if they're a cosmic Catherine wheel.
Northern lights.
Most personal.
Whoosh.
Whirl.
Riding the sky at night.
Hop on a rainbow.
Ride the tide.
Spring is uncoiling.
(c)LIVVI

Grow old with me, with a smile in your eyes.
Ache with me as a heavy aged rock.
Battered by breezes.
Beaten by storms.
Frozen stiff.
Solid.
Unity of souls.
Natural resistance.
Earthy whistles.
The wind's getting up.
Seen much.
Done less.
Set in the ways of the world.
A tor standing solid upon a windy moor.
Reliant on warming sun.
Washed by precious raindrops.
A leaning spot for weary souls.
Travellers rest.
(c)LIVVI

A house should have.
Love coursing
through it's veins.
From the foundations.
Homes build nations.
Where lovers live.
It should carry the voices of children.
As they're playing at childish dreams.
It needs feeling.
Senses.
Wealth of smells.
Many more smiles.
It should be a haven outside heaven.
Cosy as an egg cup.
With a hat on ,
That's the roof.
Warm and protective.
(c)LIVVI

Taking my leave as a heart can't deceive.
Kissing good bye with a glint in my eye.
I am but silent in the distance now.
Before the hills with diamonds in.
At the seat of a most mighty nation.
A smile.
A continuum of love inside.
A mighty life.
A superb ride.
Upon a white horse,
Bearing a lion and a unicorn upon a banner.
Flying astride.
Proud to move onwards.
Side saddle.
Let's ride.
(c)LIVVI

My legs are as cold as my heart is.
Sensation of numb.
It's not comfortable.
A heartless fool indeed I am.
Some how I grin.
Tasting sin.
Chapped blazing lips.
They bleed for I am a vampire.
Myself I feed.
Self-sufficient.
In winter splitting.
Lips that are cracking, always leaking.
(c)LIVVI

Watch my lips.
Read what they say.
Not the words or syllables.
Listen to the tone I use.
Read the dialect.
Queen's English.
South of the Thames.
Estuary English.
Hear my heart felt feelings be spoke.
The hiss of an irritated snake.
The whisper of a fairy.
Vengeful vocal viking.
Incredible untutored intuition.
Wonderful wordsmith.
Never shuts up.
(c)LIVVI