On Returning to Red Rocks, Nevada

My time has come to leave what I know
and to go back to what I once knew.
In this present condition
I have forgotten my past.
There is a dream that stands behind my eyes,
one which demanded existence years ago.
My recognition of it brings it to life;
It learned to forgive in its state of comatose.
Let me now say what
I have said before:
My vision is blurred by time,
Yet there was an elapsed clarity
Which I will soon retrieve and retain and enjoy.