I was young once, an avid listener,
well before I was an adult, I bought
albums on vinyl records to hear on
stereo speaker systems in high school,
young and in love with the dream of music,
of making love and creating new sounds,
under the influence of affluence,
no one wanted it all to work out more,
granted I had no inherent talent,
obvious to my friends who kept silent,
no one could play and no one gave a damn,
considering we hung out together,
every dream, dark clouds with silver linings,
as we grew apart, we drifted and left,
nobody stayed in our little beach town,
as we tumbled through time for thirty years,
visions and dreams changed context, perspective,
intuitions failed with our marriages,
developing a wisdom no one else
languishing in sorrow, in salt and dust,
in acid rain along the coast, would learn,
stolen kisses all gone forever now,
take me back when I hear a song back then,
even now I wonder what happened to...
needless to say, they got lost in firewood,
ending up in a bonfire on the beach,
remember when we listened to records.
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