Perfect World

It is one in which the light shines perpetually

Casting its brilliant rays of happiness down upon the earth

Resurrecting that which has been lost

In the form of cheerful pops of color

That spring gracefully from our feet

Of course it is only fair to say that it is subject to change

Any one being is constantly poised to bend such notions to his or her own recollection

It may also be one in which the conditions are almost unbearable

And the aforementioned source of cheer is nowhere to be seen

Hidden by gray

The new source of perfection produces multitudes of crystal art

Each one more a Picasso then the previous

The same applies to that of the other states of this earth

Those where the happiness is present in full force

In a way that is almost unbearable

Those where that which we thought would always remain stagnant does not

And morphs into a shade much more beautiful than the last

The perfect world may never manifest itself before us truly

But each one of us may experience our own

Even if this one is only second best

Reviews

[Careline]

Wow. I must say, as an ELA geek, this poem is what my english teacher says what all writing must strive to be: Sophisticated. I love the vocabulary..

[Falon Quirke]

Thank you, that's what I was going for!

[Sami Khalil]

The perfect world may never manifest itself before us truly
But each one of us may experience our own
Even if this one is only second best.
My faves in this nice poem...:)

[Falon Quirke]

Thanks so much :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)