In loving memory of Purple Haze who, just like Jimi Hendrix, was taken from this world too soon.
I close my eyes and feel
The crisp autumn air still.
How it made the blood circulate,
Yet left my cheeks a wintry chill.
Zooming over untracked tarmac
Of old Flughafen Tempelhof.
Competitively gaining velocity
Passing die-hards out for their religious jog.
Meandering alongside canals
Crunching russet leaves under those slick tyres.
Admiring moons of crescent, gibbous and full,
Smouldering sunsets against blushing skies.
Free of anxiety
As to where my future lies.
Just delighted with disco tunes
On missions for Kleinanzeigen.
Alas! Gone but are the days
Flying around in seraphic daze
Setting Berlin ablaze
In shades of purple haze.
You bet I’ll remember those days
Flying around in seraphic daze
Setting Berlin ablaze
In shades of purple haze.
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