The Night was ours.

I wrote this years ago. A true story about strangers meeting by chance and forming a life altering experience during spring break with psychedelics. Enjoy!

A group.
Wanderers. Dreamers and Lovers.
Call them what you like.
The poets. Musicians and artists. Dreamlike coincidences or destiny?
With illuminated eyes of visionary change; They're creators.
A group of lonely lovers finding sibling solitude amongst one another.
Swapping stories and small talk, while flicking beer tops at the glowing embers.

The night is ours.

As time processed, the liquor digests and the musical magic starts to infest.
With a simple rhythm the notes take form, Mystically trapping as the sounds transform.
Painting visionary ideas with brushes of lyrical lunges and articulating the English language with a sensual flick of the tongue.
Caressing tones of delicate perfection. With every gentle prick of the strings a rustic blues tune protrudes from his second hand banjo.
His hearts guarded, so he gives the music soul.
He sends waves of seducing vibrations. Voices sing into the night loves what I got, Bob Marley and some temptations.
A group of lost loners, humble cross bearing stoners.
Not a soul isn't singing.
Beers raised high, just enjoying the evening.
Every artist, every musician, every heart in sync and beating.
Infatuating passer bys with the amplitude of love our bodies are exuberating.
From all walks of life.
Different names, different faces.
All strangers by definition.
All lonely and searching for some form of human connection.
Engulfed in positive concentration.
The best form of suffocation.
Every soul. a simulation in the musical vibration; no, no..the stimulation to spiritual masterbation.

Like all things a beginning and an end.
The sun rises, peaks over the ocean and straddles the horizon.
The bonfire still burns without relent.
She sexually dances her flames against the morning wind.
The wanderers depart one after another.
A short friendship lived.
No sign of human presence, no proof that life had been.
Only the memories to replay over and over again.

Author's Note

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