234. For Phyllis, on her birthday
You went with me upon the hippy trail
once upon a time when we were young
in different worlds but in the same direction
in the pursuit of idealism and beauty
to get drunk by life and get into extremes of it
walking tall and high and without scruples
brushing everything away that wasn't positive;
and here we are, still, after forty years
and are still on that trail, pursuing happiness,
idealism and beauty, since we never gave up
that perhaps most vital quest there ever was in life.
I never was a hippy on the outside but the more
inside me with a soul more flippant than the worst
of crazy horses, and my best friends were by far
the most extreme ones, those who just did anything
in pursuit of the same ideals.
We have them still, whatever did get lost, they didn't,
and we still have far to go, for many years, I hope,
since for that quest the longest lifetime
(even with a hundred birthdays) never is enough.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 17:34
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