Indigo I

The color blue the color of sky 
On a bright sunny day 
And the warmth of memories 

The power and presence of a grand mind 
The eminence of one 
Blue the cool and soft hue of delicate pools

Bright eyes the color of blue 
The depth of Indigo the color of Endless Skies 
The color of souls dark and aszue 

Blue the color of a soft hues delicate in touch, 
Pedals n wishes or some such
Cast in to Wells 
The Hues of soft blue; Prussian nights 
In lands of snow bounds czars 

Sparkling cobalt mornings running as a youth 
Plays into hazy summer days, indigo 
The waves became dark blue cold as ice 

Sharp as blades blue steel flashing, keen 
Stark wickedly mean, the coil of passion 
The dying in the bright light, waiting 

To a soft Hues sapphire, fire 
Blue is the color reflected in Chrome 
A washed in red of drying flash
The bruises are shades at rest

Lingering, still on the floor.

Bright as a newborn sky full 
of warmth and Memories, 
power and presence 

Of something grand 
the image of the infinite 
The blue hue of indigo 
and futures, new!
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