through the white clouded blue sky to freedom
leave behind the pink and purple grass
leave behind the working class
leave behind the midnight mass
leave behind all that old talk of freedom
i thought of you, and smiled
as i drove beside the golden orange hedgerow
it was a memory; deeper love
from my collective unconscious
which brought joy into my breath
sitting in the warm bright light of freedom
leave behind the anger of delusions
leave behind the air of confusions
leave behind the mindful intrusions
leave behind all that old talk of freedom
i saw your doppelgänger
in my rear view mirror, as i queued on the motorway
it was a memory; a fond journey
into my recent consciousness
which brought passion to my heart
drift into the refreshing silver grey rains of freedom
leave behind the mystery of the myth
leave behind the waiting for the gift
leave behind the need to probe the rift
leave behind all that old talk of freedom
i heard your sensational music
as a backdrop to a meditation prayer
it was a memory; of infinite essence
of time in contemplation, with you
my inspirational guidance
