The return of Jimi Hendrix

I dreamed about Jimi Hendrix
he came back for one day
was born, weeping, out of an egg
the midwife said
and straight away began to pray
with lifted head
he spent the early hours
communing with the morning stars
and then he came over to my house
where he tried out my guitar

He was young and black and beautiful
big eyed, perfect skinned
and he could play my guitar like a
lightning storm
like twirling feathers in the wind
He could make it sound like the end
of the world

The Waterboys, “The return of Jimi Hendrix”