Indigo

Indigo by the ninth sea

Room lit by TV

Your hair shown in a glare

Leaning over the wooden bar

Reflections cast on window panes

A mixture of London and African decent

Hidden secrets and oceans arriving

Don’t know what to say, but Monday away

Indigo in my mind

Blue all over the streets

Indigo I denied tonight

Blue under the sheets

Indigo poured rain

Blue inside a tear

Indigo blew a fire

Blue my great fear

See you at the sea,

Indigo.

© 2001 David Greg Harth

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