Memories On The Lake
I remembered the lake as clear, light blue
With life teeming, doves beating wings for me
The voice of wind like blaring horns rang through
Protected by green trees, that was the key.
I see the lake, a teal, not like before
With life breathing, but no doves chirping free
The voice of wind whispered, with no encore
Circled by sand, trees withered around me.
To maintain the past is more fruitless than
Sisyphus pushing a rock that will not
Stay where he wants it to lay, for no man
Can capture the past, a fact forever.
I remembered the lake, and what I love
I see the lake, and miss songs from a dove.