Thing you want to remember ,you don't and those you want to forget don't cease to recur.
I remember her dress , gold and white,
Her rosy lips and cheeks bright,
The smile that played in her naughty eyes,
When she kissed me on the stairs that night;
Like a temptress of old, I knew in another life,
A strange dream with shackles tight;
Her scent ignites hope and life,
An Illusion of privilege ,not in sight;
Possessed by her day and time,
And tried for what crime?
Madness of men I fear afar,
Trapped in mazes of memory and power;
So release my mind,
And burn my ropes;
From burdens past,
And errors cold;
Make a prayer ,my love and let,
of you make me forget.