borrowed moments
I borrowed a moment from sunshine
and brightened my path
filled it with the glow
of a golden rising sun.
There was colour,
there was magic
a tremor that rippled through me
hushed excitement of the unknown
the possibilities
I could believe
the stars, the skies, the seas
all belonged to me.
Today, the sun does set
it borrows back from me
the golden glow, the endless dreams
and I am left bereft
aware so aware
that nothing comes for free
a price to pay for everything
no joy, no sorrow belonging to me.
Our lives but borrowed moments
from death, timeless eternity.
::rama arya::
21 April 2000
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