Here's To...

Here's to the words.
Don't stop talking now.

Here's to the warm days.
May they envelop us in their entirety.

Here's to the girl.
The girl who is the Edie Sedgwick to my Bob Dylan.

Here's to overestimation of circumstances.
May they forever be overlooked.

Here's to the futility of depression.
For high waves follow close behind.

Here's to the inebriated archangels, drunk on salvation.
When the hell-hounds pursue, they descend to drive them away and shepherd us home.

Here's to the armistice.
It's been a long time coming.

Here's to the venture capitalists.
Funding the crusades of their unworthy sons and daughters.

Here's to the transparent alibi.
Easier to read than a neon sign.

Here's to the incessant need for our wants.
Oh, how each continues to evolve.

Here's to those we've lost.
And their headstones which send us to shivers.

Here's to the unhinged love of our youth.
It can never be bottled and contained for future consumption despite our best efforts.

Here's to the laughter of a person.
It can bring strength to a thousand men.

Here's to the physical attraction factor.
Misleading us daily.

Here's to flashlights.
Rejoice for their innate ability to always look to the future.