Words

We dream of some durable testimony
left behind that will immortalize our life,
feeling emptiness over the dull hours of vanity
where the fruit of ardor fades in life’s sunset.

Rewriting the hearth of our dreams
altering a given choice or second
won’t change the pattern of our times
since money, fame or love
just feed a vision, but never change our destiny.

For me, all I want is a single vivid verse,
one poetic treasure that causes echoes
so it remains a diamond read and cherished.

Is there really a better dream
any writer could truly have?
It is enough for me,
enough to sleep content
having penned something unique and profound.