A Day of Dawning

A day of dawning has set before.
Suns rising on moons horizon.
Souls from within wearing thin.
Fields of grain set the rates at high stakes bartering.

Mines of Kimberly diamonds of blue, black and green.
I feel her love must be my Queen.
Together we shall grow close inside mysterious winds blow.

Never before have world's become.
Deserts have swamped.
Rivers run dry.
Artic glaciers melt.

For he shall begin once more gifts of gold become of silver lining.
Rise above become worthy of nesting birds fly feathered.
Bow before your Masters chambers.

The good of man has vanished before eyes of awakening.
New religion beliefs I shall pander my will to Demons of Satanic growth.
Believe in me I beggith you to have faith in the power of my father's cryptic side.

I miss the days never giving chance too grow outside my very own path.
Suidance has never taken place within my soul.
Alone, dismented left wondering how my father's will for me ever come to light.
I now have become complete from the disoray I was born into.

54 years of coming out to finally becoming the being of father's future never lived.
The Doors of Perception have come to pass.
This day to forever I shall never again fear the love of father not present.

For I now know he has inlightened my very self to becoming the man he never grew to be.
I James Douglas Morrison Jr. will always and forever to eternity's end.
Be the finest well kept Jewel in the grounds of every planet.

In the Universal being of the late and great
father of mine.
-Jim Morrison Jr
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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