Perfection

Purity cries
For fear
Of what it might lose
While hope
Prays
For what it might gain

Perfection
Cannot
But fall short
Of its own ideals
While hope
Cannot
But rise
Above its own station

He
Who stands upon the highest peak
Has not
A pathway left to follow
While hope
Sees only
A new destination
Wherever its eye should fall

They
Who have everything
Have nothing left to gain
No reason for a future
While they
Who have nought
Live only for their future

I am not
Perfection
Nor would I wish to be
I have hopes
And roads call out
To lead me unresisting
To a future
Unknown
But welcomed


Terry Rhiannyr
August, 2012