Who We Are

Imperfect
perfection
deep within the abyss of midnight
quietly
mourns the loss
of today
with dreams of anticipation
for tomorrow
yet yesterday
is all that we think of

A strange
fascination
of wonderous
memories
old and new
odd
and oxymoronic
in a sense
like the curiosity
of a single light
in the middle of the night
bright enough
yet not as bright
as what's to come
and somehow always brighter than
what once was

Life
is the long journey
of slow spontaneous steps
that culminates
in all that
was
is
and will be
new moments
so perfect
that they become who we are
imperfect

Nice poem .

" Deep but Nice "

Gardens Delight©

There are borders and boundaries
Caesars to behold
Faiths and religions
or so we are told
Cause and effect are altering states
Left to the hands of fate
We exist collectively
As Gardens Delight
Forsaking the Realms
Of our Natural World's Right

Hey Mig25, Are you the Author of "Who We Are?" It's Big Mig... If that didn't show in real time Real-Life *Huge*"Term it early Mig25," copyright it
You find average words that puts Peace heard day together, seemingly simple yet feeling the complexities

mig25 did you pen "Who We Are"? if so, put the © ® ™ one of those THOSE on it .. sorry passing out. Good luck with it