Memories Poem by DM W

Memories of marked occasions are often
More vivid and sharp than the events themselves.
Such slow, softly burning moments, which Wordsworth
Once dutifully described in relation
To sweet Nature, linger long in our psyches.
O I can remember the way the light played
With the sea that glorious day in April!
I can remember the way new worlds emerged,
Deep within your eyes, the first time that we met.
So many wondrous things, I'll never forget.