Today I am thinking of Jim Morrison and Brian Jones, both who passed on a July 3rd. Below is visiting Jim’s grave in 1975, before a headstone was laid. Because there was no marker the people wrote his lyrics and messages on surrounding tombs. One saying: This is the end, beautiful friend.
Here is a little version of his exquisite Crystal Ship. A true poet he was….
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
One small contribution to the Crystal Ship is my short story 'Tommy Love and His Jim Morrison Conspiracy Novel'. It imagines Jim Morrison recruited to the Surrealist movement in Paris in 1971 by the ghost of Artaud: https://stevebeard999.substack.com/p/91-tommy-love-and-his-jim-morrison
So beautiful and poignant...