To forget or To remember

To fly?
To float?
Maybe!
ButTo forget is not my desire.
There now lie my rough notes
Where I once forgot destiny
In the undercoats of thoughts
To be lost for once and all.
To remember would be thus be
A privilege that I should seek.
Or so it would seem from far
A whisper captive in a jar
Is not a beautiful sight to Dream of.
But to forget it
Turns out is a bliss.
To leave
That which I cannot believe.
And let the dried up wounds
Remain covered up with silks
While memories fade away
Into oblivion.
.
.
A stroke of Destiny to silence desires. ah!