Of Cracks and Perfection.

Fault is not definitive
and at many a time
may be worn as beauty's mask.

I have seen
the majesty of a sunrise over a lake,
the reflective effects of
a perfectly calm and still water's surface.

But I stay longer than others
I wait for the surface to fault.
The first fish to jump,
boat to pass,
or loon to dive.

The first ripples to
roll across the mirror,
nature's proof that
breaking can be beautiful.




She always apologizes
for weak moments
as if life has given her
nothing but expectations
to live up to.

As if she would try to
face winter naked
and claim to be imperfect
if she wore a coat.
Like the coat would be filling
a fault she would not
admit to having.




She sees cracks as imperfections.


I see places where
I may grab hold


and never let go.





In this way I can
find a place in her life;

filling those little gaps.

And it's not that she is imperfect,
it's just that some things in life
require another,
no matter how perfect you may be.


Imperfect as I may be,
I will always strive
to love her
perfectly








So I will always fill
that lone crack
in her heart.





*The ending will be reworked later...*