Almost Perfect~

It would have been a perfect day

Love warmed the garden dull and gray

Joy sang from dark-limbed silhouettes

Where hope spawned buds of ruby red

The sun was warm upon my face

Before it melted in the west

In pools of rapture, glory-sent

I sigh; I am almost content

A lone bird wings its way to rest

The moon hangs low on heavens crest...

...above the silent after-math

As this day wanders down the path

Where all its predecessors lie

Somewhere beneath a phantom sky

Yes, it was almost perfect, dear

My happiness shines in a tear

In folds of blue and gold and rose

Another day draws to a close

As on the still and trembling air

I reach to touch you in a prayer

For all the blue and all the gold

Cannot give me you to hold

Almost perfect; yes, it’s true

Almost perfect, but for you

Janet