In our mind's eye
perfection lives 
upon an ivory pedestal 
in brilliant light 
crystalline. 

But those are too prison walls 
because Unique’s Reflection 
and Perfection's Pall 
exiles the dreamer from that outer world 
of reality. 
The dreamer does not mingle there 
living only the constricted dream
Perfect Dreaming allows. 
Realities approach
is viewed as threat
to Perfections Glow
and we move to protect
our Dream Prince
from seemingly lesser Prince Now
and the conumdrum looms


Honeymoons and marriages 
might last longer I think 
if we did not first wed 
mentally
our Perfect prince beforehand. 

Is it not truth plain 
that love itself is only grown 
when 1st Prince Born 
is laid to rest 
and Prince Now 
is allowed to live? 

How better ground is it 
to love the flower in the garden now 
that those ones first grown 
in furrows of gold 
in dream world 
where perfection's hoe 
was the seeder 
and instigator 
of the visions 
we now hold 
of what ought to be? 

How can Prince Now in flesh and blood 
compete with Princely Diamond Visions 
which never fade or rust? 

Whose hand is warmer still 
than the Princely hand held in our dreams? 

Who is sadder than 
those who loved us; 
yet whose faces are shadowed 
by cold, perfection's glow? 

How to dream 
our destiny 
yet still 
love those 
round us; 
remembering these ones 
are the ones who will 
when we, in time, tomorrow 
are no longer our Own Prince 
or Princess Image; 
no longer Perfection's Darling. 

Rest you better in human arms 
while they grow old and leather 
they'll not in the end 
take your pride and sell it away 
to dream-land barons 
and rock star princes 
who all live in Hollywood. 

But what to do? 
Abandon vision 
goals and Prince 
leave aside our destiny? 

No we must grapple with 
this conundrum sent 
wrapped up perfectly 
and beautifully-Prince Perfect
and Prince Now one real
the other a mental vision
foisted upon us by Hollywood.