WH (Inspired by William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 18”)
Through writing comes the storing of the soul,
“So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
Enshrining beauty, death in ink’s control,
Essence distilled through pen, a life’s précis.
What power to immortalize a life!
Existence eternized for eons more.
A single mortal imprint crystallized,
Diverting from the grave to written morgue.
But paper withers in the drift of time.
From dust we came, to dust we shall return.
The sonnet can outlast our worldly climes,
But all great monuments must one day burn.
“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,”
But blaze the world and where’s the addressee?