Jim Morrison

Doomed to live and born to die

Perishing young and so beautiful

Gone before our eyes could realise

Such visions seldom materialise

In solid soul within our universe

 

Doors that open and doors that close

Behind our life and before our death

Gathering pilgrims from the storm

Trapping travellers between worlds

Neither here nor anywhere beyond

 

Song is sound that haunts a voice

The singer seldom has the choice

Compelled by force of nature born

Driven by fortune and worldly chance

Soul releases beauty to endless scorn

 

Angelic upstarts threaten ignorance

By the sheer ferocity of their presence

The consequence of pure existence

Suffers beautifully for deliverance

From the fate of too much substance

 

Life is shadow upon the ground

In a moving image of light above

Nothing moves beyond its sphere

Heard in truth and written in love

Heaven descends in words of fire

 

A single sound can change the world

For each in one and each in many

We listen in hope to find life’s measure

Unseen it can echo here forever

Unheard it waits to release its treasure

 

Sometimes we’re blessed by presence

Raising our world and our essence

To our highest dreams of aspiration

For our soul and every heart beating

On the other side of our imagination

 

 

The future drew him to another self

His past remains our present thought

Now art was never to be the same

In quietude or any clamouring storm

Invisible he was Rock’s chameleon

 

Dwelling now as he does in Père Lachaise

A renaissance prince in a sacred place

Consumed by earth and death’s own grace

And surrounded by a celestial choir

He’s still trying to set the joint on fire.