It seems there’s no time for perfection
If there were, would you wait….

Our good dies young
Left alone our spirit wanes….
Slowly withers….

A spirit, not a man or woman
Both man and woman
From the hand of God….
Not good or bad
But both…. The same….

The moment you stop looking
You find her again….
Out of a misty dawn
You see her face
Welcome her embrace
As thou you’d never parted….

Your spirit cleansed…. Purified….
Your hearts fire, it’s passion…. Rekindled
It’s licks of flame
Chase away the shadows of doubt
You remember yourself…….

I am the raising of hands
That cradle heaven….
I am the dream not soon forgotten
A summer rains repose

I covet the mingling of our spirits…….
To look upon your face for the first time
And know your eyes again…….

It seems there’s no time for perfection
But if there were….

-Adam J. Steele