Lest I Forget

LEST I FORGET If I forget What I need I’ll come searching for you Have the image of your sweet smile To Guide Me When the clouds are too white and the sky too bright Drop the twines of your hair and I’ll climb them Let your voice be my refuge Your songs my deluge And the memories of your music to bide me If I lose all my senses And I forget your scent I’ll gather mountains of patchouli to remind me I’ll Let the herbs of the ancients, the oils of the kings Be the remnants of the history that defined us