Indigo
I think about you always
on my mind like a million suns
setting
over the blowing sands of time
passing through. Thoughts
without end
of another fruitless day becoming
deepest night
of indigo veils swirling in
the passion
stirred by memory. I
hear you cry
but not for me, for time
gone by. I shall not
weep
for you for time
goes by. ‘Tis time
to sleep.
(tac 11/95)
On to Violet
Red Orange
Yellow Green
Blue Indigo
Violet
