Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine…
It is said that memories are the sweetest flowers of all the seasons of life.
But for one who has lost those sweet memories, amnesia robs them of their very identity. For if memories are written on the pages of the mind, to forget is to tear asunder those pages.
I speak from self-experience. A childhood, hidden from my eyes through the gravitas of what lay behind that door. Memories of a mother that would never be mine to behold. Helios spoke of that loss at Ring of Dreams before the door was sealed, its secrets along with it.
They live on, only in the memories of those that have it written on the pages of their mind.
Yet for you Gemini, that sweet wine turned to vinegar when the song of truth revealed your loss, your memories the unwilling victim of Helios’s failed mission, mi amiga.
Of holding hands and red bouquets
Twilight trimmed in purple haze
Laughing eyes and simple ways
and quiet nights and gentle days with you
We don’t realise how precious the bouquet of our memories are until we lose them. What I remember of the Mariachi people, those who trained me and honed my craft, tells only the story of a mere glimpse of my life.
An entire other page of memories lie in the void, as do yours Gemini. Where the song of truth played revealed naught but darkness. A childhood, missing. A family, forever gone. The book of memories, with pages missing.
What laughing eyes and simple ways exist within that void when I think of my mother?
What quiet nights and gentle days can you not recall, mi amiga? Your secrets, destined to go unspoken.
To lose your memory is to lose a part of yourself, your very soul split in two. You would know of that feeling, even if only in your dreams now. Where you live on in part, but not in whole.
A life missing memories, an existence only in the now.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Sweet memories.
Zeus has made his declaration clear. That I should test you, put you through your ultimate paces and see if you speak truth or lies. To ensure the safety of all Arcadia, those memories must remain in the void.
Pages torn from your psyche for a reason, that is safest if you remain ignorant of. I must make sure.
For when John The Revelator opened that door, it forced those missing memories back into our minds – I retained them.
You did not.
Now, you are everything I used to be. Fumbling round in the dark, lost without realising it, with no guidance of how to reach what you lost. But in all that I have learned and sung, this is what I have come to know. That as sweet as memories are, ignorance is bliss.
Please, for both of our sakes, mi amiga… Remember nothing.