Lethe, the River of Forgetfulness
"Waters of Lethe" I fell into her eyes, Transparent ocean lullabies Two glasses of intoxicating wine Darkened stars slowing Time She said her name was the daughter of a mountain O, that voice, like water from a fountain, Sculpted marble, the sound of flowing-- The grace of frozen motion When I awoke, the spell broken, The last note of an echo spoken Was it a dream, with the stillness of winter? Were the sheets disturbed? Did a fragrance linger? Outside my window the sun looked cold and crisp Inside my heart, the weather furious I fell into her eyes Transparent ocean lullabies Like long-enduring Odysseus, I was separated from her kiss Wondering how I could fall in Love so deeply? Time, like honey, slowly flowing sweetly When all she was made her dream in weeping; A life folded up in the space of sleeping? A soul I was a long time—knowing A flower I found in the snow—growing Golden leaves on the shore of a Hadean river No longer guided by the ferryman, I miss her Memories, curling into a fading wisp Over Lethe's lapping waters of bliss