My Burning Quest

by NightFlyer   Nov 22, 2011


I hear your voice reverberate
Captured on crumbling acetate
The music we made in our past
We thought those times would ever last
My guitar rang, the drums did boom
I listen from this darkened room
Our music jams, our songs, our friends
Dissolve into a dream that ends
Those carefree days, our sweet escape
These dreams remain on this old tape
Our songs, we gave them our best try
But I forget, the times slipped by
The music of our hearts' delight
Is now just echoes in the night
To raise our band from its long rest
I vow to make my burning quest.

by Night Flyer (c) 2010
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note - Last year I was listening to some old rehearsal tapes from my band and it made me sad because I missed those times. So those feelings inspired this poem.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Karla

    Lovely piece Randy.

  • 13 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    It is like wanting to ressurect a long lost love from slumber that has been forgotten..touching write..

  • 13 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Very well written. The time spent with the band, jams, drinking, just random talk, etc. Upon recollecting these past memories, we feel a bit conscious that life is made up of small but precious moments held close to the heart like treasure, sacred and uncompromising.

    The impact of the poem is deep and mesmerizing.

  • 13 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    Randy I loved this poem, but it's heart wrenching
    To give up or lose something so valuable to you and leave only memories is very hard to bare .

    hugs
    Connie

  • 13 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Randy, at least you have some of your memories on tape, the rest of us have to rely on our memory and as we age, they tend to not to be as sharp so details blur. Well done.

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