The Crystal Ships Are Leaving

Jim Morrison~tumblr.com

The crystal ships are leaving.

Across a pale green dawn they glide,

disappearing beyond the horizon

without a trace.

Did your soul float away,

un-tethered,

from its warm

then too-cool vessel,

soar through the ceiling

in search of that freedom

you spent your life seeking?

Your songs were

your very soul, speaking.

Life was pain,

then it was golden,

then it was

gone.

Susie has given us the challenge at Toads this weekend to use one of the titles of Jim Morrison's songs in a new poem. I chose The Crystal Ship, as the image is so beautiful. I also used "without a trace", the final line in his poem of that title. "I'll disappear without a trace, I promise."

I once owned three small crystal ships, glass art created in Gastown in the 70's, intricately beautiful. They disappeared, as did that time in my life.

 I watched a clip about Jim dying in the bathtub - the  vessel I refer to.