The Next One, The Perfect One

Another day

                 But the right day, you're certain;

                            And your head up high

                       In the clouds

                                        This day

                         You will make

The next one,

And it will be

The perfect one.

The sky is not a ceiling

                                The sky is a world

                     A big world full of things

                   To scrutinate, to discover,

                        A well in which you draw

the fluid

of inspiration,

the marrow

of creativity,

the truth.

The truth is

                the release,

                                The truth is

           the next one,

                                the perfect one.

Your body as light as air

                                 you do not bend to the world anymore

              the world bends to you

                        for in your passage

the branches kneel

and so do the flowers,

and the waves of the sea

are the products of your will.

And that day

                  Oh that perfect day

          You made

                       The perfect one.

         

But then

           You went to bed, and

    that day

                ended.

And the next day

                        In the night,

   Alone

          You looked back

                                And what you saw

                        Was just another reflection of the mirror,

A flawed mess.