Young and soft faces overwhelmed by struggles
Seasoned and scarred hearts see with experienced eyes
A flickering light puts out a message as moths fall
5000 miles away your daughter sends a picture to you of the colored orchid she sees growing in the wild.
He sees a puddle then looks at her and smiles as he jumps and splashes her with the water.
Everything is good and what I've dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed
"I'm so sorry I haven't written sooner but I've been far away and got lost a bit in my travels."
You're staring through the window pane
Blind to me, I'm not yet to be
By definition you can not have perfect with difference.
The Irony of it all is without difference you can not have perfection.