Newborn Awakening
Gently they stir, gently rise.
The dead are newborn awakening.
With ravaged limbs and wet souls.
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth.
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to wish you well.
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call you to pray.
Jim Morrison is best known as the lead singer for the Doors but he was a published poet.
Just Thinking Of You
Watching whitecaps roll into the ocean of blue.
With a smile on my face just thinking of you.
The sweet memories, the tender moments we’ve shared.
They caress me like the soft breeze that fills the air.
The loving feeling I get when I hold your hand.
The summer night when we walked in the sand.
Waves splashing on the rocks along the shoreline.
Brings tears to my eyes knowing that your mine.
Sharing a love like ours my happy heart sighs.
Watching the violet clouds carelessly floating by.
Wow, I didn’t know Jim Morrison was a published poet. He was very talented!