May I Forget
janine canan
May I forget you, my Love,
in the silver sun that flares in the wintering sky,
in the misty mountain, poised on the horizon,
that ponders the motionless lake.
Along this quiet winding tar-dark road
where the gull above the mauve and leafless branch
flails her casual arm, crossing to a world beyond --
oh Love, may I forget.
