„Fly on my sweet angel,
Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side” – „Angel” – Jimi Hendrix





Strings cut the flesh right through the electrified hair
Lots of curls spinning straight to the soil sprinkled with flowers,
where the power of the crowd stays hidden in the back
of the cactuses – the essence for dilution of the opened eye-lids

No words left behind just sounds that vibrate louder
for every inch in an universe ruled by Jimi –
the three handed guitarist

On the cliffs, fighting the rough wind to reach the clouds,
he runs as free as a stallion
faster than night, like a simple thought

Through the taste of wine the wild highway
loses his tracks

Somewhere far away, in a parallel realm of pleasures and peace,
there’s a boundless garden where white winged creatures were walking;
under a tree, laid on the weed, some shaggy guys and a “Strat” Fender
expecting the thrill of the dazed exhibition in the hands of the king

The angels dance like dandelions’ fluff
swayed by the heavenly breeze,
in a bright day for
the souls