Posted 24.7.03 by Deirdre

Fading memories, making new ones

Bliss is
a lethean drip
from a sea of forgetfulness.
The styx I've sailed,
and sins I've bled
had resurfaced again and again.
But now that I've tasted you,
a river lethe, deep enough to swim,
cannot end the eternity
that I'm drowning in.