Minute's Dream

Minute’s Dream

The day is dawning, the night is falling

Each moment my heart is calling

Telling me to never let go,

Of those last minute dreams that would soon to grow,

Step by step she guides my way

Into my painting that I portray.

My tears give life to my first-born child

As his face glows, my heart weeps for a while

Not of pain or sadness or anything like that

But at my first touch of paradise

when I carried him in my lap.

He wrinkled his eyes and glanced his first sight

He smiled at my soul and held my finger tight

I brushed his poor head as I whispered

for only him to hear;

And told him I will always love him,

in his little ear.

The day is dawning, the night is falling

Each moment my heart is calling

Telling me to never let go,

Of those last minute dreams

that would soon to grow.

Step-by-Step she guides my way

Into my painting that I portray.

How strange it is in how fast they grow

When it just felt like yesterday

When I brought him home,

Now I watch and cheer,

as he takes his first hit

My hands begin to tremble as I pray he’ll hit it,

He runs base to base, using every ounce he has left,

Focusing only on the home, as hearts own content.

The day is dawning, the night is falling

Each moment my heart is calling

Telling me to never let go,

Of those last minute dreams that would soon to grow.

Step-by-Step she guides my way,

Into my painting that I portray…

Until one day when all is well,

And your little miracle begins his tale,

He uses the values that you once had taught

To live his own life is which God has brought

And in these moments you realize what you know

That it is finally time to let him go.

12:47 am

Nicilija Macklis

High Tops

High Tops

Pink tops, black stripped, tattered to the “t”

All styles that resemble me

These are my high top shoes

Laced in the back, laced in the front

Cris-crossed to the slit

Or lined to a crisp

Patterned with ruffle, or cropped with a smile

Scribbled with “I Luv Yous, and Fuck Yous”

Tapered at the bottom

These are my high top shoes

Loud colored siloets, hello kitty emblems

Mismatched socks that are stuffed right in them

I wear them sheik, I wear them down

There’s no wrong way to fit them round

These are my high top shoes

Having them tight, or keeping the tongue long

Is really a matter of choice

So just put the fuckin things on

There the first thinks I put on in the morning,

And the last things I would puke into

They’re the shoes I wear,

They’re my High Top shoes

5:35am

Nicilija Macklis