Riders On the Storm

Late August 1967 blue Sunday Summer's almost gone When I first hear the song Light My Fire And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance While my feet dare not to touch the earth I remember like it was yesterday Being just a lost little girl of thirteen Primed to come of age Taken with a wild haired and barefoot Carefree wandering musician And this sensational song echoing through my head Spellbound fascinated mesmerized I remember The precise moment I stepped into that new world I had discovered The Doors ~ Hello, I love you, Jim on your tightrope ride Breaking on through to the other side It was an easy ride for a wild child Then when the music's over Strange days left us waiting for the sun Leaving us lingering for the Indian summer My eyes have seen you dancing the soft parade Checking yourself out of the Morrison hotel Humming the roadhouse blues down Love street Compelled to join the infamous twenty-seven club Like so many kindred riders on the storm When full circle other voices in unison Launch to high heavens an American prayer Submitted on April 26, 2019 for contest WRITERS ON THE STORM sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD