I wish I could borrow a moment in time,
a moment to think, and maybe to find,
a moment of silence when all that I’ve done,
can be clarified mollified, agonised, won.
I’d so like the chance to unravel the tune,
to reflect on this life and this love and the moon.

I wish I could borrow a moment in time,
a moment that’s wonderfully, selfishly mine,
a moment when corridors through which I’ve passed
can be coiled into one and made sense of at last.
I’d so like the chance to unravel the tune,
to reflect on this life and this love and the moon.

I wish I could borrow a moment in time,
a moment in which I can empty my mind,
contemplate, activate, cherish, be free,
discover the secrets still hidden in me.
I’d so like the chance to unravel the tune,
to reflect on this life and this love and the moon.

I wish I could borrow a moment in time,
a moment of quiet, so I can unwind.
Maybe, just maybe, when that moment comes,
I’ll turn my face skyward in awe of the sun.
I’d welcome the chance to unravel the tune
and reflect on this life and this love and the moon.
(Writer’s Forum award 2003) © J P Henderson-Long