A Poets Dream

Doesn't matter how many poems are mine,
or how, I can rhyme each line,
What matters is what I can say,
and if it takes your sadness away,

Does it sprout from you a little laughter?
Could that be exactly what I'm after?
If it takes away your sorrows,
and awakens dreams for tomorrow,

Doesn't matter how many times I write,
if it can't help you fight the good fight,
In all the things I can express,
will it put your mind to a test?

What matters is that I try, not the rest,
in every word to do my best,
and that in this I can truly say,
I've learned my best to stay away,

From words that only can demise,
I'd rather live through reader's eyes,
and vivid ears that keep alive,
a poets dream not in disguise.