A Faraway Tune

Fleeting are the moments I tread...

Whenceforth did they come? 

Riding on Pegasus 

In stately divinity,

Settling with a halo 

As golden as can be...

Cradled in his secure arms,

I slept in heavenly bliss.

Her lullaby rocked away 

All troubles

And the moments stood still. 

Sweet were the throes of growing up,

Stumbles, bruises all...

Balms on the soul,

Hands helping me up.

Glory be to God

In His Divine Grace,

Bestowing his bounty,

A largesse so big...

Counting my blessings 

By the hour,

Delving into that sublime state,

Making the journey through times immemorial...

A universe to explore,

A million truths to hunt,

A reason to find,

A purpose to pursue.

But where did those moments go?

Dissipated in the haste,

Forgotten resolves

Left behind in dusty crates.

Fleeting are the moments now,

A whirlwind of tasks ahead.

No Pegasus now to fly me through. 

No bed of ignorance to slip into,

No silence of a mind that's still.

Grasping in the air,

A handful at a time,

Wishes and dreams 

To pave a golden path,

Find that gateway 

To that walled city. 

Then I'll sing the lullaby too.

And maybe the angels, 

They'll come.

And maybe the angels,

They'll come.