This poem draws upon lyrics by Jim Morrison of The Doors.
Beautiful friend,
Can you picture my eyes again?
Desperately now we see
That we became limitless and free.
Elaborate plans all waylaid,
Our safety was surprisingly remade.
Listen to this and I’ll tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
Whispered through our dreams like some soft-spoken new language.
Musing forever after can wait upon another life.
No eternal reward will forgive us for wasting the next dawn.
A face comes in from the rain,
Without need to explain.
Until I look into your eyes again,
There is no end.
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