The Way We Once Were...

For the beautiful ones who almost were…

We may never ever again be the way we once were.

We may no longer dance the cha-cha and sip palm wine in the shade of the coconut palms as Coltrane serenades and the sea breezes ripple through the flimsy thatch that breaks the fall of the gently falling rain.

We may now never know the blessing of the Old Man’s Libation, or see his scrawny fingers split the kola nut or the unerring aim of the red spittle from his toothless gums

But in that dark, quiet place; beyond the banks of the Styx where Forgetfulness, blurs everything, we may pretend; but can’t forget the delirious Joy of the way we once were.