Perfect always stays the same. Perfect only has one name. Perfect is never out of place, Perfect highlights each mistake. Perfect is on a pedestal, Perfect must sit very still!
I hear your voice through the trees. Where sunlight scatters its glistening rays. Wandering, in the dappled, bluebell haze. Whispers, rustling, in the leaves;
You’ll be there, On the other side; Just across the water. I think of you, Sitting on the edge; Waiting. I want to reach out. To connect. We meet often Only in my head.