Perfectly Balanced

Perfection

Is there balance

when the moon

rides through the sky

racing behind

Softly-lit waves of

navy-blue clouds?

Such a race leads me

into a head-on

collision with

nostalgia,

a memory 

down the same highway

racing beneath

the same moon

with a friend gone too soon.

The memory,

though lovely,

hurts,

and

reminds me of

the rate at which

my youth is slipping away.

So much slips away

now

too quickly;

a friend gone,
 
the perfection 

of that night.

There is balance

herein;

Joy for the memory,

a moment of perfection,

and sorrow for

the knowledge

it cannot

last.

-Nichelle Lei

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