The Doors- 'Ghost of Malibu Past'

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The Ghost of Malibu Past

Beneath the ashes of a coastal dream,
Where waves once danced with a golden gleam,
A whisper lingers, soft and vast,
The songs of The Doors, and a ghostly cast.

Robby’s house, a cradle of fire,
Birthed melodies to lift and inspire.
"Light My Fire" blazed its timeless trail,
While Jim’s deep words rode the ocean gale.

Just up the shore, in Roddy’s embrace,
Hollywood’s finest gathered in grace.
Kirk Douglas, bold, with his dimpled chin,
Natalie Wood, with a starry grin.

Lauren Bacall, her sultry stare,
Tuesday Weld, radiant, rare.
Susan Pleshette, her laughter bright,
Rock Hudson, a tower of might.

Here mingled the echoes of youth and fame,
As artists and dreamers played the game.
Malibu nights of song and cheer,
As 1965 burned bright and clear.

Jim and Robby, young and free,
Felt the pulse of eternity.
Their notes, like embers, caught the breeze,
As stars above whispered through the trees.

Now flames have claimed the storied ground,
Where laughter and lyrics once did resound.
But the ghost of Malibu still walks the shore,
Carrying echoes forevermore.

To the younger souls who seek to know,
These were legends, long ago.
Who dreamed in the sand, beneath the sky,
And left their mark, though all things die.

The Ghost of Malibu Past remains,
In songs, in films, in fire’s remains.
A haunting hymn to a vibrant spree,
The spirit of ’65, and eternity.