Ode to Oblivion
I gather the torn pages of my soul But the ink has faded to dust They buried wisdom, and called it history Fragments of unsung verses linger in the rust.
Ashes rain from the sky Words turn to cinder before they can be read The words I wrote for you, my love, Yet now, my muse lies dead.
The stars still shine the same as when I loved you But now they light up nameless skies You no longer rest your head upon my breast Yet I still see your face in the fleeting lights.
Somewhere, you reach for a poem that no longer exists Fingertips brushing against the ghost of my voice You scream, but cannot remember my name For I walk alone through the halls where us ghosts rejoice.
Desire still walks the land, yet no longer speaks my name The darkness falls, and moonlight fades in soft eclipse They kiss beneath the same moon I wrote of But the wind does not carry my name to their lips.
(First Circle: Limbo) (Sappho)
