Forever Memory

When I was young, I loved fun,

We searched for music under the life-giving sun,

Piling into cars aspirations profound, smoke-filled heads full of sound,

I sit and remember the music in my heart, the memories, skins, strings and electric hammers compound.

A band we adored, driven enthusiastic,

The rhythms scorched our breasts, trenchant and melancholic,

Each moment’s purple-green flecked musical creation, measured instant fecund elation,

At first the parents thought, aberration, for us no thought of filial placation,

Friendship lifted me whole, ecstatic joy uncontrolled and enthusiasm electric.

We followed a forever band, the Grateful Dead,

Some have gone yet we dance to the music which never ever stopped,

Ever present in our hearts wed,

The primacy of joy changed our lives, profound and generous, our voices and intent compulsive yet tremulous,

Garcia gave the soul of his thrice-burned life, fingers streamed 30 years of fire,

We danced delirious and free, our only intent to grow, unfold into life’s desire,

Could we know this was the moment we had waited for all our lives and dreams to come?

Being within the family tribe, our people, yearning for love, seeing through the eyes of the world with limitless love and compassion,

The music bound us together, alas only for an instant and gone, we were One,

Today here and now, still yet we dance, called to the next note by supplication,

We and they are in the forever memory, the songs are still sung.