As darkness falls I drift towards a warm drowsy state, <br />and slumber vows to suffocate all darkest fears of fate. <br />My mind releases from all bonds of social sanity, <br />gaily dancing among memories, of what used to be. <br /> <br />There’s contentment riding winds of borrowed time, <br />I can hug and talk to many people, once friends of mine. <br />Witness times of youthful mischief, scene by scene <br />recall my mortal life as through a wondrous dream. <br /> <br />To stay like this for ever would be pure delight, <br />to never witness loss or pain, never know of sorrow <br />time would pass regardless, day would end with night. <br />But what a loss to never know tomorrow <br /> <br />To forgo the simple beauty of a pebble in a brook, <br />worn smooth by time and water, so hard to overlook. <br />To be blind to brilliant colours of a single dying leaf <br /> that weakly clings in fear of falling, life so brief. <br /> <br />Morning brings me consciousness, reality awakes, <br />I’m reminded of my age with the old familiar aches. <br />But still I have to smile. I am alive and in my prime, <br />with a mind that rides the winds of borrowed time <br /> <br />Roan June 2007<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winds-of-borrowed-time/
