I Walked thru...

"I walked thru the panther´s living room
 An our summer together ended
 Too soon
 Stronger than farther
 Strangled by night
 Rest in my sun burst
 Relax in her secret wilderness
 This is the sea of doubt
 witch threads harps
 unwithered
 & unstrung
 Its the brother, not the past
 who turns sunlight into glass
 It´s the valley
 It´s me

Testimony from
 a strange witness"

                                                                     in Jim Morrison, Últimos Escritos.