Pure as Driven

Falling fast in fleeting glance
to catch my shimmered gaze,
Reflect your will for scenes reveal
the glory of my days.
Numbered though immaculate
for each still am my own,
To touch the lives of young alike
and everyone who's grown.
Miracle and miscreant
a blessing and a curse,
forever damned to falling down
yet up in heaven first.
Falling fast in fleeting glance
a gift when eyes do wake,
sometimes I fall upon the night
and gather flake by flake.

Globe

Enclosed inside a crystal sphere
in here it always snows,
always have some coming down
no matter where it goes.
Perfect little portrait scenes
forever held in time,
painted picture perfect
exactly what we had in mind.
Could it be that easy
would the fog of life soon clear,
if we could simply lock our doors
and stay inside the sphere.