The River Cruise

I received an invitation on Facebook 
It was from my good friends
An evening of headonism and house music
It took a few months covincing me
I was hesitant to click Attend

The boat set sale at 7pm and it wasn't till 2am it was to return
Just how long could I sustain this barrage on my ears was my primary concern

Although house music isn't my scene any more
They are still my kind of people 
All we wanted was to escape our lives for a few hours
We wanted to be free
To be more than equal

As we sailed along the river my concerns about the music were soon to be gone
The bass vibrated through me along with an overwhelming sense of love and empathy
The concept of time and reality had become undone

As we sailed toward the estuary
I had flashbacks to my honeymoon with ecstasy 
I rid the waves of danger & uncertainty and of risk & reward
Just like I did twenty years ago when we were young, reckless and bored

In unison we swayed
No words needed to be spoken
The nonsensical music played and played
The vowe of silence was unbroken
  
Two hundred people on an old river boat, just having a good time
No need for my type of good music
No need to pour perfume on swine

Too soon the night is over
It felt like it had only just begun
The last of the MDMA crystals dissolved on my tongue

I thought I'd write this poem as a keepsake 
Yes, the least I could do was write a rhyme
A memorial to the brain cells that were killed that night
When in pursuit of a good time