Eighteen in ’69
Just a young man. deliriously free
Eager as a spinnaker sail
On a wild racing sailboat
Cutting through time
So many years after
Still chasing the translucent wind
Eighteen, a ghost in Tucson
Land of sunlight, magical sunsets
Each moment, virgin
As the first time
An ancient lost star reappears
Driving Speedway, Abbey Road blarin’
Strange visions, smokin’ Panama Red
Creamsicle-orange sunset, Gates Pass
Beyond where last songs linger
Ladies of the Canyon
Nights of White Satin
Something in the way she moves
Purple Haze, guitars on fire
Lit mescaline dreams, May wind-swept clouds
Saguaro cactus arms out-stretched
Holding on to what’s left
What began, never ended
Now fifty-seven, moon-struck memories
Wispy clouds, awaiting sunset
Red-green tie-dyed tee shirts
Just one wish…do it all over again
Poetic Alchemist 
I just talked to George, and he and the rest of the guys are coming, too. Ringo’s bringing something special for you, he said to tell you….
Nice rainbow peace sign on the fancy version of the poem, by the by…
Bye.
I hear you! Really, really good. Just watched a great documentary on Joni Mitchell last night, and it brought all the same sorts of memories back. Just took some mescaline with the Moody Blues, and we’re headin’ up Speedway to meet up with Ianonnee and Jimi. We’ll do it all over again.