Pure Perfection

Written by: Paul Stacey

The crystallised splish splash of hope.
Of all my hopes.
Each drop a prism that frames you
In a thousand miniature rainbows.

An image so perfect
That only the pure combination
Of nature and you
Could ever create it.

Darkening blonde hair blown directionless
In the sea breeze.
Then matted, till movement becomes impossible
By the sun reflecting blue.

A tranquil moment of all my love, joy and dreams 
Rolled into the rising of two mouth corners 
In one all encompassing moment
Of pure perfection.

What else is there to aspire to?
When I could never be as proud of anything that I achieve
As I am in this moment
Of unquantifiable bliss.