Tribal Reunion

Though we were but humans, young men wreckless of heart.
We chased that elusive, impossible state of being.
Astride stallions of free spirit,
Whirling lassos of laughter and unbridled passion.
Dreams of immortality fueled by music and mescaline.

We could not recall what it was to be sober,
For disciples of Dionysus we were.
Never had he a truer following
Than this handful of motley vagabonds.
Our band of diverse souls
Encompassed a kindred spirit,
Never equaled in this cosmos.

Our voices no longer ring as loud or as often,
For that deadly foe Time has laid siege upon us,
The charge led fiercely by his relentless lieutenants,
Responsibility, Apathy and Age.
Though easily vanquished by youth,
The ruthless, unyielding assault of those devils,
Does ultimately take its toll.

Yet Hope's light pierces the horizon.
A gathering of the pack looms near.
A new battle to be waged in the eternal war.
The Guadalupe our River Styx,
Carey's house our fortress on the mount.
Though the cause injured,
By the absence of two prized soldiers.
We fight on.

A valiant crusade waged once again and evermore.
I, for one, look to the battle with anxious joy.
Glad for that all too rare chance
To take up arms yet again with my Brothers
And dance with Dionysus around that fire of Life.