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Oh Sweet Angel, How Your Memory Tempts Me



I wonder all the time if you remember

If any of it even feels familiar

Or is it just an event someone captured

A lifetime ago, in a picture

You pull out, every now and then

And all you see are strangers


Age – dyed photograph, child’s nativity scene

A wise man and an angel, dressed in tinsel and sheets

Adorned with dust and creases

From each time you unfold it, searching for something

Hoping this time, it reveals what it is hiding

But its secrets it keeps, within temptations reach



And you tie yourself in silver

Fighting the taste of memories

Where only the echo lingers

Shadows haunting every step

And you can’t remember

What you can’t forget


Each new winter renews the haunting

With every silver dusted tree

The breath of whispers on a breeze

Beckoning an answer, a growing ache

Promises start to splinter and break

Each word growing hollow until its meaning fades

Battling the urge to submit to siren what-ifs

Begging an apology in advance, still stuck in a dance

With someone from a long-forgotten past

Fighting to remain in the present, as hard as you can

But every kiss tastes like ash, and leaves you feeling parched



And your mother is pulling out those old photos again

From the school you once attended

Class picture, printed in the paper

All the faces a blur, except for one

A beacon drawing your gaze

Complete with a list of names

If only you knew, the one you need



On your tree, she wants an angel

But to you, it feels like a betrayal, and its wounds cut too deep

For somewhere in the world, there’s an angel

Who left you the feathers of her wings

And her halo, for you to keep

Who you look for, in the face of every girl you see

Waiting for a jolt of recognition, to quench the hunger

Growing every day, pulling you farther

Your only relief comes in dreams



Venus watches from her moon

As she sends you blush painted scenes

Woven with red string

Her silent gaze lingers

Like the gentle brush of her fingers in your hair

Your limbs itch, and your bones ache

Wishing you could reach her


Run ragged with desperation

Begging on your knees for salvation

Aged, creased photograph in your hands

She appears like a holy revelation

Same blue eyes, same smile to wipe away the years

And you’re drowning, sinking, drinking in the memories

Your throat is a burning, blazing fire

Every nerve sparks under your fingers

As you chase the current pulling you in

And let yourself sink in



Oh sweet heaven, bestow on me your favour

Take me to the world that is only ours

Let me bask in the honour of your warmth

All you give, I will receive

As we relearn each other

Bathing in mountain springs

And cloud silk sheets

Imprinting these memories on our skin

For us to keep

I wonder all the time if you remember

If any of it even feels familiar

Or is it just an event someone captured

A lifetime ago, in a picture

You pull out, every now and then

And all you see are strangers

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