photograph this now
because I don’t think it
will last for very
long.

paint this picture with
night and a hint of
gray,
and hope
that it will stay for
morning.

record this moment
so I can play it back
tomorrow
when everything
goes back to how
it was.

and now
do not wish upon
my
star
unless you wish
to become it.

Ben Paynter

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blueprint-of-how-it-was/