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
01.09.11.03:18:21@296NYC