Intoxicatingly Lost
by Michael Doyle

We paraded all of our songs
Singing on the trail to each other
Strumming our tunes to one another
Wondering where we might belong

We were tripping over the cost
Feeling intoxicatingly lost
As we fished for the stars
Inventing our stories on our guitars

Like butterflies in metamorphosis
We drifted in our focus and emphasis
Telling each other's lost dreams
We'd be the stars on gilded screens

Or maybe at least a moment on MTV
Our 15 minutes would be eventually
Until then, it was good just to conspire
Seated there around the ringed fire

By the time we were done
Like vampires, we traded glory for the sun
Like so many, the fools you and I were
It  didn't even  once occur

That however fast our fingers
We weren't born to be rock's gunslingers
We were just a couple of troubadours
We set out to sonically explore

The world might be a blue stone
In which we held court, never done
But as two pyrotechnics that played
Half as hot as the derring-do we displayed

It was all made worthless, the day you died
I sat there motionless and silently cried
Alone in the dark with nothing left to leave
And nothing left to hang onto and believe

Gothic cathedrals leave their lonely shadows
Like a full moon blazing over the moonbow
I guess that we took our bows and chances
Lost up in the universe's cosmic dances

The bamboo flute song floated on the wind
That night that I lost my best friend
Now, the darkness runs in the tides of the moon
And life, lived and loved, ends far too soon

(c) August 2, 2024    Michael Doyle
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