Future Imperfect

To walk away is to give in to reason

without the reason to return to sanity

of departed ghosts

that haunt the light years of a relationship

in love with loveliness

where once you reclined in our bed of blue creation

giving birth to a resurgent world

passionate in perfection

where a kiss was never make believe, but certainty

in an uncertain planet.

At war with subjugation, we

bond in pursuit of plagiarism

as craven images proliferate

across the silver spun sky

washed black with words best left unwritten, not saved

for a new generation that will not appreciate

the good things in a life

of hypothetical imperfect futures.

Tony Hunter

Picture: Essential VibrationThe Experience, Final Phase by Georges Yatrides

If you've any comments on his poem, Tony Hunter would be pleased to hear from you.