The first picture I'm posting...a dead tree...Oh how I crave winter!I really like this song...it can be found on the album "An American Prayer". It contains poems by Jim Morrison with music by The Doors...
"Ghost Song" by The Doors
Awake.
Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
"Ghost Song" by The Doors
Awake.
Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
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