at_the_desert's_edge daf (tribute to Jim Morrison) The nights are full of agony that lessens when you speak to me a brilliant scarlet end at the desert's edge Breathing in the autumn moon as you are tending to my wounds I bleed my discontent with the summer's ebb and the desert too Heaven's ships were all filled up when I reached the shore so I drank a cup of bitter memory and insanity 'til I'd had enough Crawl toward the forest wearily where Eden's daughter tends to me a fallen soldier fails the test there is nothing left when the days are spent but his agony. 080702 what's it to you? who go blather from