Departure from phantasm

Somedays, most days I wish I could bottle my memories.
Like heady scents, it shall linger on my senses,
wash over my face, breath and eyes.
Like melody would run through my courses,
blood would shiver with the enraptured invasion.


Captured memories would sing to me on terrible nights.
Melancholy solitary bride, who would smile with a lazy touch, 
chime then touch my heart and soul.
Like unfinished books ready to be opened anew,
splashes of green shall bloom on papery leaves.


Sweetest of primitive desires would attain shape again.
Rain washing away black clouds,
will take flight and land with mighty vigor 
Like that prince on his father’s throne,
one life would cease but the captive shall stay alive. 


Untoward words would obliterate.
Those engraving on sand would percolate,
adrift into the vastness of the sea.
Unlike the lost jewels of the merchant,
the suitable would be reminisced.


Somedays, most days I wish I could bottle my memories
Like a bird, just to let it escape,
let it fly across the zenith, body and mind.
Like an angel so divine would rise towards the sky,
my shaky fingers, my teary eyes would smile for its elusion.