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

The sky it trembled, as it started falling in.
The poplars shook.
As the page of a book became torn and wet.
Forget not the importance of kith and kin, as they creep.
As if boils erupting under the skin.
Each family has a face.
A fantastic visage.
Crowns of thorns can not be broke within a family of workers and jokers.
With bright red hot pokers, that become stirred, but not shaken.
Futures' forsaken.
Harps played by hypocrites.
That shear their fingers.
Drawing blood instead of tears.
The knitting of a family.
Bonded on needles two at a time.
Drop just one or two stitches, all will be fine.
Clash and battle.
Cages rattle.
Clever simians.
(c)LIVVI

And there she stands.
A woman in her own right.
Bringer of love.
Giver of life.
She has sparkles in her fire filled eyes.
Bearing a smile a mile wide.
Decisions she makes bear issues to many.
Without her woman's hood.
Would not be any.
Delightful.
A lady.
Frightful.
Maybe.
She has wiles.
Endures trials.
You think you control her dials.
You know she knows.
You won't admit it.
She knows she will win.
(c)LIVVI

I have a sword.
My sword is my fountain pen.
It bleeds navy blood.
It is my soldier.
My sailor.
Personal tinker.
Begotten tailor.
Fashionable.
Passionate.
My own redeemer.
I have my own shield.
Feel it.
Green.
Bright.
Protective.
My hands hide behind it.
Safety in numbers.
I can count on my fingers.
If nothing else.
The words of my sword.
And the hold of my shield.
Always my wealth.
Protectors of health.
(c)LIVVI

Crunch underfoot.
Climbing crawling.
Watch where you're walking.
The birds they are hungry.
Missing out to clumsy feet.
So are the French.
"ESCARGOT"
Bon appetite.....
Yuck.
(c)LIVVI