Myosotis Forget-me-not! But you'll forget me! Memories are soon washed away The eternity love promises is a way To remind us of our own mortality. Youth's days are long past, what else Remains of life but a vision of hope? But love keeps ringing the heart's bells Even in the darkness where we grope. The brackish waters of Lethe will soon Erase our sweetest fondest nights And all tears will dry up under the moon That we once glorified with sacred rites. The sun that once rose in full splendour Will still rise but not on our days And the stars we watched from hour To hour will pale for lack of praise. Forget-me-not! But you'll forget me! The heart is a garden of dying roses And the mind a forlorn forgotten sea Of broken amphoras of dead Caesars Whose dreams of lust and gold Doomed them to immortal ruin. Who can command time not to unfold Or make chaste what was born in sin? There is a flower that lovers swear by And the gods loved it so they named it Myosotis: Forget-me-not! What a lie! In summer nights under heaven's starlit Skies, lovers' sweet lies are whispered And Aphrodite rushes to life's fitful dance: But lovers from true love for'er severed Now dance to a tune of broken alliance. Claudio Wye November 2000