I dream of perfection,

Yet I had it once, & let it slip away,


One and The Same, the Fool and I;


Eyes raised to starry skies, one foot precariously dangling over edge,


A smile of wonderment on his lips,


A red rose gripped in hand, nearly slips form his grasp,


As I once let perfection drift, through careless fingertips…


You stand transfixed;


On the outside looking in, “What next?” you ask,


Captured by the moment, “what will come to pass?”


The Fool…


Head in the clouds, Take the plunge and die?


Or oblivious to the danger, Might the dreamer take wing and Fly?