If I could, borrow time
And return, to yesteryear
Where dormant hearts
Lie in wait
And past hopes
Lie in fallen pages
From the script of life

If I could, borrow a sage
To teach me, love
And offer up
All my dreams
Upon a silver platter
Then the written word
Cannot be meaningless

If I could, borrow the stars
For just a short time
And blend the heavens
To shape, my life
And bind it
Within the folder
Of your eternity
Then this book
Has reached an ending


If I could, return to you
Leafing back
Upon these worn
And rewritten pages
And the wise old sage
Taught me of wisdom
And to live life
One chapter
At a time


If I could, borrow more time
Where days
Become minutes
And every single second
Becomes so precious
And the fallen pages
Combine
To write the story
Of our life
So that history
Writes itself
And the future
Lies in unabated wait

If I could, rewrite my past
And tell this story
Through the eyes
Of the wise old sage
And blend all the stars
With wisdom
Then this dormant heart
Could behold the future

If I could, hold your heart
As much
As you held mine
And the heavens stalled
For just one second
And the book of our life
Reached its finality
And the last page
Would always say
“The end”

If I could
If I could
For just one second
Of time
Love you, again
And again
Then life, would be
A glorious eternity