Winning poem Autumn competition - by Adam Boustead

Longing

I long for a world I have never seen.
I long for a world that has never been.
A world where magic, nature and technology
work in harmony;
where we do not pollute sky or sea.

I long for world I cannot see.
A world I fear will never be.
A world where I can write and draw
without hurting dragon or bee.
How my heart longs for this world
that will sadly never be.

I long for experiences I have never known.
The brush of the Dodo or Kiwi feathers against my skin.
The roar of a sabre-toothed tiger,
that I long for in my bones.

I hope that this world might exist,
that we will not sell our world away hand over fist.
I hope that when I die the veil will rise,
that I will see with my inner eye.
See through the mist.
©Adam Boustead