A Dream of a Hundred Years Hence
In wonder and amazement, I sing,
Of all these I loved along the way—
Dreams of fireflies, closed paths and strings,
A life of toys in a child’s bright play.
From the brink of eternity, I gaze,
On the colored pearls of moments past,
Through the cruel kindness of fleeting days,
And chains of love that will always last.
I cast my net into the open sea,
To catch the clouds and waves of time.
A baby’s world, its gentle plea,
Cries of freedom in its prime.
I found a few old letters once,
Tales of friends from afar, lost to fate,
On the dusky path of a dream, they danced,
Bound by endless time, yet strangely late.
Farewell to dungeons of fleeting fears,
To defamation and beggarly hearts.
In fairylands, where joy appears,
I found the strength to play my part.
Compensation lies in life’s embrace,
In fire and flowers, a gift of grace.
At the last watch, face to face,
I meet the great in a quiet place.
And so, at the end of the day, I rest,
With a broken song upon my chest.
The story’s birth, the benediction,
A life fulfilled in its full conviction.
WoPoLi 
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