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
in love with loveliness
where once you reclined in our bed of blue
giving birth to a resurgent world
passionate in perfection
where a kiss was never make believe, but
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
the good things in a life
of hypothetical imperfect futures.
Picture: Essential VibrationThe Experience, Final Phase by
If you've any comments on his poem, Tony Hunter would
be pleased to hear from you.