Perfection

The thin smoke cleared the could see eachother perfectly clearly.
Everything was seen in one shad of the color it was.
There were no shadows, no tints, no hints of imperfection.
They could see eachother as the perfect one they saw eachother as.
There was not a worry, not a fear, not an imperfection
in the new way they saw the world in which they had always lived.
No one else saw it this way, for no one else tried;
for no one else knew.
It's hard to imagine such a place.
Without taking a step, you could be there.
And they were.



Amelia Napiorkowski