Indigo Eyes

Fire burning in a hill

The lines are rocky rough

Red angels wait to pick remains

The cindered shoulder

Of confused men

Separate from them, their awe

With gray desire

He looks out mad

His soft gray indigo eyes

Indigo eyes, asking

His heaven is uncovered not

A black tree blocks his way

His way is skating round a dome

His way is in dismay

The playmate sings

Like Orphee in some thunder world

Asking to be bathed in light

To be exemplified

Like Orphee in some thunder world

Asking to be bathed in light

To be exemplified

With gray desire

He looks out mad

His soft gray indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

Saw his past

He had dug for trust

With blind infected hands

And wondered as the hurt bit hard

Why the sacred weren't at hand

Only when his ears were deaf

To the angels light burst waves

Only when his ears were deaf

Did life turn from fog to fog

But not evil but estranged

But not evil but estranged

Indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

Indigo eyes

With gray desire

He looks out mad

His soft gray, indigo eyes

Indigo eyes