I see an offshore rowboat oars shipped, and seem to hear a lap-tongued invitation a whisper from the waters, to spirit away to your side. And always I recall our stolen escapade that day over the Serpentine, beneath the bridge passers-by imbibing our laughter. One October you sailed, solo a hurried crossing. No warning, no time to map the nebulous way towards the blue light. Gone from my sight. I pray you did not linger upon the Lethe, lulled into oblivion. Nor felt the purgatorial pull of all the left-behinds - but played them as a cine film of someone else's making. But please do not forget to anchor there and haul me safely up that farther shore.
Notes: In Greek mythology, the Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness.
Sarah invites us to take to the waters with her poetics prompt: Come Sail
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