Perfect Worlds; Imperfect Settings
We have these imaginations,
they are a fuel to our sometime need to be real,
to compel ourselves by a photograph
to maybe believe, such a setting to be true.
We do look the part, the perfect world,
a smile, a posture, held hands, eyes that cannot
tell a lie,
at least in this single moment.
There are the occasions that call for such a facade,
an instant moment when the story belonged
far elsewhere than did the
immediacy of a setting.
Perfect worlds, imperfect settings,
though the human condition
survives all moments beyond a mindful
reaction to our own certain circumstance.
My perfect world today, is far away from celluloid,
it is in the immediacy of her eyes, the ones I dream about
in a setting I choose to believe,
is in an eternal moment, her moment … hers is love.