The familiar, the comfort, no change
So vain, much pain, feels strange
uncomfortable, disturbing

Swimming along the river
running with wind at our backs
a one eighty turn, finally ******

easy was once a dream, a goal
though lessens the worth, dead soul
mind empty with chaos

frustration and hell
feeling so underwhelmed
why must I crave this?

Smells, and visuals
euphoric and thrills
Z's float above me

trickles throughout my body
eyes chameleon
dilated cherries

A feathered knight
Clad in windy armour
A tornado as a weapon
Eyes are cold and grey
Emotionally, and difficulty is deceptive
Storm Eagle, you fly above the teary eyed clouds

Fly on Eagle, Fly on

The wind rattles the branches
Leaves crunching underneath my feet
Like polite small wind chimes
Filling up the streets

The temperature dropped suddenly
From swimming and tanning to cuddling in a matter of weeks
Yet as these observations rub through my head
The whispers in the wind carry ideas, dreams and plans, each one unique.

Where'd you come from?
where are you going?
tell me lover,
are you lonely
the seas are cruel
as time go by
the waves roll and crash
on an infinite time
maybe a parallel place
where we go to meditate
is where you've come from
the east or west
show no restraint
from blowing us away in a Boeing
to being so gentle and dear
Like mothers milk
the queen of the sea arises and provides
her life giving love and so it flows
the queen of the sea goes where she goes
I'd still like to know
Where'd she come from?

Sunburn in November near.
Brightness of sunshine.
Being held no fear.
Bathed in golden light.
And the so Admiral fluttered.
Bit late in the season.
For butterfly to flutter by.
Landed on the sill.
Absorbed the suns prolific rays.
Grazing on warmth and autumn comfort.
I came too close and you were gone.
(C) Livvi