Lethe

Waters of Lethe carry me away
Bring sweet nighttime into day
Let me forget and dull all pain
Make me complete once again


Turn the misery into wine
As I loose all track of time
I am your slave, oh murky river
Bound to the shores of silver


Soon there will be no more me
Feeding on my soul, flowing into sea
Taking more than what you give
Lethe, in your fluid I bereave


Every time so close to drown
Every day not unlike the 'morrow
Shall I gather the remnants of will
And leave the waters so shrill?


Perhaps after I get drenched again..
One more sip of ambrosia into my vein
Another hour in your precious embrace
My mind and body, away they waste

A.K.