DUSK

Take a turn for the better,

Refine the days and make gold.

The sun sets right above your head,

the breeze cools.

Light ceases soon.

The morning cloud is closing,

And night, slowly falling.

Your dreams have just become boastful talks

that are empty each day

And you still play for time.

What if the sun dies 

and never rises again!

What if our hopes for better tomorrow,

luring us to loose the strings 

of today is only now!