Persistence Of Memory

I walked beside the lake one day at dawn,
red-yellow sparked the edges of my glance.
All thought of route and destination, gone
I stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.

These many years have come and passed since then,
and life and memory are moving on.
But vividly do I remember when
I walked beside the lake one day at dawn.

These many years have come and passed since then,
and seasons turned and turned, and Time advanced.
But vividly do I remember when
I stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.

My heart still echoes to the blackbirds' song,
A flash of color still holds me entranced.
I walked beside the lake one day at dawn,
and stopped to watch the red-winged blackbirds dance.