1362.

The world as caught up
by self-centered focus where
only you matter.

1361.

What purpose does a
heart unkept have other than
just a slow beating?

1360.

More meaning in the
ideals than the living there.
Always set return.

1359.

Cycles and souls that
stay in persistent passage
of expectation.

1358.

A continual
return back to the earth that
holds our growth, rooted.

1357.

Time the most brutal
of reminders on just how
short a long life is.

1356.

Today is held up
for wishes more than the truth
to many children.

1355.

Calendars marking
some memorial of the
loss of moving time.

1354.

We dress so many
days up as some idea of
honor on paper.

1353.

The impending fall
of the senses as engulfed
by youth's passing time.

1352.

These months are built on
yearning and lures, held up by
the summer looming.

1351.

A thousand lures of
flesh. An eye's feast made hungry
by slow seduction.

1350.

I would coat myself
in your voice and call this skin
a constant tempting.

1349.

The nights of this time
of year are sheer perfection.
Breezes and moonlight.