Highest Point

The highest point of the day finally came,
All the four were barely sane,
The past became present, the present was gone,
They danced in merry; The Bygones!
The kids came to play as inhibitions were at bay,
Like experienced campaigners we needed no foreplay,
We bounced in mirth through highs and lows,
Reminiscing about all the seeds we sowed!
Pink was the official colour of the night,
We were slaves to it's powerful might,
The dark side of the moon made us comfortably numb,
As the division bell echoed in our deepest ear drum!
It was time then for round 2,
and we felt bound to,
So the carpenter began his work with diligence,
as we looked upon with delinquent innocence.
The baton was ready and the relay began,
It moved ever so slowly, but we cared a damn!
Lesser the pace, higher the base,
We had championed the art, were already an ace.
Suddenly a void enveloped my mind,
I was cramming for air every second in time,
There it was, in front of my eyes,
Reminding me of our last good byes!!!