lethe

These specter clouds loom large and lonely
Swallowing stars, swallowing moons, leaving only
Darkness behind the veil;
Not even leaving stories to tell.

Beyond the memory of forgetting
Is the erasure of regretting,
Letting the clouds take their chance
To hypnotize her with their mad sky dance.

In the calm of her mind
Is peace of a kind.
With these cloud seas neither ebbing nor slowing
She waltzes into the cloudy chasm knowing

She’ll find only vapors when she returns.