The waves roll up
To wash the stones
On shores of faded glory

Roman
Renaissance
All in the past

Little remains
Of the glitter
And splendor

Except for the mountains
Sparkling
Water

Time
Cannot
Erase these

True paradise
Embrace us
Here

To be
In the now
And present

Como
Is
Possibilities

Reminds us
Life
Is grand

And it goes
On
And on

Regardless
Of splendor
Or riches