PERFECT 052019

James Michael Taylor

PERFECT

When I said, “She’s perfect,” I meant she’s Perfect for me
You might not see her that Perfectly
When 1 and 1 is 2 and 2 and 1 is three, that’s math and on math we all agree
But Perfect has a sliding scale on which we all find our place
Sometimes Perfect is a gesture. Sometimes a Perfect face
Sometimes Perfect is a circumstance. Sometimes we call it Fate.
But Perfect isn’t Perfect when Perfect’s out of place

Sometimes I see her dancing. Sometimes I see her smile
Sometimes she puts her hair up like a child
Sometimes it’s a memory covered up in dust
Sometimes in a dream she comes and visits for a while
And Perfect is like algebra which I can’t explain
Like reading tea leaves of forecasting the rain
Perfect has it’s standards and Perfect has it’s pace
And Perfect’s only Perfect when Perfect’s in it’s place

Perfect is indifferent. It can’t be pushed around
Perfect will just sit there and stare you down
Sometimes a Perfect happiness but not enough to tire
Perfect will sometimes prick you just the prick that you require
Perfect can overwhelm you. Leave you standing deaf and dumb
Or a Perfect storm will drag you down and leave you numb.
Perfect has the power to couple Time and Space
Perfect is there to lift our sights toward a higher place.

(C) 2019 Royal T Music