Dead Poets Meet Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

It was an evening of heady wine
Jaded dreams, naïve love poured forth
Voices now timid, now angry, now bold
Twisted, failed lives tonight transformed
As drums and guitars wove fragments
Into a living book

Pain, laughter, hope built to a peak
As one by one we joined in this weird song
At once puerile, naked, grand.

Years visibly melted
And we were all young again
All pimples and doves' wings
And heartbreak before noon.

Those awkward, shy moves of long ago
Who would have guessed
That was to become our only reality?

This golden strand of ruby red moments
I lay into my jewel box of memories
To open on a lonely, rainy day.