Angels Trumpets

I cross myself and kneel down
The flame I lit sheds white light on her face
Angel’s trumpets
What should I forget?

Mysterium Tremendum
Numinous Delirium
Mydriasis Photophobia
Ferox Intoxication

Morta holding the thread taut
Your shears steely and so bright
Are all I can hear
Cutting the years I’ve left
But I am endless with
No whisper of death

I cross myself and kneel down
The blood drips down her face
Angel’s trumpets
What should I forget

Rinse my veins utterly the river Lethe
I choose oblivion and I am free
Open my eyes I chant Your name
Pray that I’ll remember who I am

My thread taut
I am bound to a world that is wrought
With guilt and indecision
Crippling choice
Too much revision
Til now in this moment
I will choose to remember
Every face of every person
Who brought me agony

I recall and yearn for the time that
We sailed through those days immortal
A sunrise just around the bend
I sing of the past but am
Finding it so hard not to cry
Do you remember

The River Lethe gently calls
And to her depths my spirit falls
In her sweet waters I forget
This life of deep regret
Perhaps this river will pull me to the sea