Once, upon an intoxicating night
I became lucidly aware
of, what I can only describe,
as pure light
emanating
from true friendship.
It is flawed and refined.
Polished and in
so-so condition.
It is true and real:
rocky, changing,
and endless.
Privy to this knowledge
that real relationships
are not
perfect,
they just are what
they are
imperfect perfection.
One Voice, Among Billions 