And just for thought...
Packed like sardines, we waited for The Boss under the starry sky.
Music has a way into my soul, sparking my spirit.
Clear skies caked with anticipation for one man and his band
to swoon us with their melodies, harmonies, rock-n-roll.
He was no bigger than my pinky from where I stood,
just a man and his guitar I could barely see,
but he stood in front of us larger than life.
Badlands! The electricity went through the roof!
One sweaty body to the next, we were family through this boy from Jersey.
He sung about the American, bringing tears to my eyes.
He touched me as if he was right before me, stroking my cheek, kissing my lips.
I looked up at that big sky, asking the powers that be to find that kind of greatness in me,
to pluck me out of that crowd and give me wings like that man on stage.
He joked and we all laughed.
He made love to the piano on stage, sweat falling from his eyes.
I wanted to run up to that stage, to sit with him as if he was only playing for me
but he was playing for all of us, his loyal audience.
He was inspiring all of us to be dream catchers, to let our souls dance if just for a night...
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.