Even the perfect ones with their golden halos
with their blessed brains, hands, heart,
cannot reach their own perfection
like stars reaching towards the unknown universe
towards a completeness of self, of perfection;
even she cannot outrun, outpunch reality.
So these precious perfect ones whose
dreams are so high they reach the sparkling heavens
can only fall to the ground with a thunderous
crash of despairing disappointment-
their hopes were too high, too close to God they were
so high, so perfect – but I am here.
My precious, precious perfect one,
the burden you bear is heavy, each pebble a stone,
let me help you carry it, let me
share your dreams and hopes, your perfect perfection,
for when you outshine the heavens
a glorious glittering star, I want to say
"There soars my precious perfect one
whose perfection lies in her imperfections,
see how my precious perfect one shines."