The purpose of this day
Will be to own each second
As if it will never come again

For the time is now

Tomorrows clocks has stopped
Yesterdays clocks erased
Today's clocks are still moving

For the time is now

Do not let the ticks slip away
Tuck them into your present
Take a deep breathe

For the time is now

Light needs darkness 

to shine in the sky 

as warm trades 

cold for comfort

in depths of night 

while miracles meet 

tragedy, our love 

forever is born

Will you turn me into a song?
With shades of purple as beautiful as the dawn
I will creep slowly with the glinting rays of the sun
Sprinkle me like dew in the green meadows
Hide me in the flowers while busy bees halt for nectar
I'll be like pollen spreading free in serene breeze
Allow me to dance in every eyelids I meet
Pluck a lash and wake them from sleep
Before the day's toil,
I'll be the song of the day's hope

Will you turn me into a song?
Tuck me in the sheets of clouds that swathed the skies
Just before twilight while the mourning sun bleeds
It's lips caressing the foliage of leaves
As the cold wind of winter greets,
I'll be the itch in their filcrums pushing in dimples
creating smiles after long days of hard work
Reminding everyone that everything is worth their effort

Will you turn me into a song?
I'll be the fleeting silver lining in every sad teardrops falling
Even in the rain, I'll be hidden in the frayed clouds
To drizzle you courage to face tomorrow's challenges
I'll be the song of all the hearts; exhausted and crushed
My melody will never turn into dust
Will you turn me into a song? I ask.



-Last Wish, Margaret Austin Go

I am not infallible.
Nor the almighty, powerful.
I am not creator
I am not better,
but I am.
And the differences lies in my believing,
what
I
**am.