The Way Of Things (Poetry)

All so perfect
all so pure
almost certain
not so sure

Such is beauty
so unbound
aching silent
free from sound

All so simple
for one night
the future safely
hid of sight

And Destiny’s
dream-saddled horse
running crazy
in due course

All so perfect
nothing said
the night unspoilt
the day ahead

All too soon
lost to the past
nothing perfect
born to last