I just wrote this. Took bout an hour. I was feeling it and inspired from this morning. Anyways, the way I figure it, this is a community. It’s not always just about the music, but sometimes, also the people who make the music happen. In addition to being a soon-to-be shamisen player, I am an avid poet. This is my gift to you.
A Tribute to The Dream
Self reflecting in the eye of the storm, I’ve come to realize, what I like, is out of the norm. I sit in my car awaiting work to come to me, but while I wait there’s something I see. Above the trees, and beyond the deep blue sky I see stars that relax me and I don’t know why. Staring for a moment, beyond belief, all the anxiety I felt is nearly free. I think for a moment, what the hell is this? Not a moment ago I was clenching my fist.
Lost in time I let the thought go, and I imagine, one… two… three… four… I’m back in the woods, stars galore. A fire is lit over some timber we’ve cut, and my gut is full from all the fish we caught. The mountains surround us and wolves howl, crickets are mating, and I hear an owl. Our tents are set up and we have little to fear, save the thought of running out of beer. Laughter happens every now and then, of the many women that with tonight I spend. Friends and lovers all alike tonight is the night to end all nights. Suddenly I hear a car from the street and I quickly wake up from my wonderful ‘dream’.
But, I look back up at the stars again, and I imagine one of my friends. I’m walking with him on the streets of Lincoln city. We’re in Oregon and the ocean we’re viewing couldn’t be more pretty. The waves crash and white noise surrounds me, the ocean so vast, I’m literally in glee.
For a few minutes more before my time is almost up, my mind wanders like this into the future and what’s what. I get out of my car feeling rejuvenated, ready to spar the day away. Upon my walk I subtly look up, and I see a sky that’s been neglected, but I smile to myself, knowingly realizing the mistake that I’ve let myself make. This is a tribute to the memories we share, to the quiet places that we bear, to the times we dare to look into the sky and to dream the dream even when we want to…"_ _ _"