My Enchanting Ghost At Night (Day 30)

Majestic emeralds, green and neon,

might encapture God's almighty nirvana.

More Earthly grace already noted;

madefying every gossamer as nectar...

my enchanting ghost at night.

The Heart's Hits (Day 24)

You are the petrichor,

mon chéri amour,

after a summer's drought.

Earth-scented and pure,

in lush refreshed verdure,

I'm dampened and devout.

A hoppipolla bliss

as raindrops dance and kiss

on ill-advised outfits.

We seem to be insane

as we're singing in the rain

to all our favourite hits.

As Sure as the Sun (Day 16)

With the softness of snow

but the warmth of the sun,

I try not to melt

with your heart on the run.

I can't help but succumb

and bask in your burning,

I become liquid;

I'm yielded and yearning.

For I crave more and more

with each moment we share

and as sure as the sun,

you'll always be there.

Faded Footprints

Matter being made to matter

by a basic belief of self;

for a footstep can still exist

without awareness of its patter.

So what gives us a distinction

from a footstep or some shoes;

is it yearning for a future

or intrinsic fear of extinction?

No memory of a first breath

does not mean that I have not been

and just as the inaminate

I shall have no memory of my death.

So I'm no more alive than this pen

that brings alive these empty words,

and like a footprint I will fade

never to be considered again.