"A Door to his world"

His vagabond existence carries a load 
A darkness surrounds his light
Here he lives
Here he writes
He delivers each line as his own
An ecstasy of fantasy spills from his mind
Just as his travels were a snake ride
Creatures of spirit
Raging for freedom
The trance will hold them still
Until the poet says no more-
He gives them what they want
His own pain

For Jim Morrison