Jim x 2

I am troubled

Immeasurably

By your eyes

I am struck

By the feather

of your soft

Reply

The sound of glass

Speaks quick

Disdain

And conceals

What your eyes fight

To explain

*

An angel runs

Thru the sudden light

Thru the room

A ghost precedes us

A shadow follows us

And each time we stop

We fall

Ur Wilderness, Jim Morrison