INDIGO TINTED MEMORIES

 

In the indigo hues of an evening June sunset

I feel the colors softly bathing my skin

I recycle all the memories of you…of me

I am a poet of needs and desires

 as I reconstruct my dream world with bowed heart

 

Where the fields meet the forest green

I contemplate a devotion to my lingering sadness

My words are lonely on this late evening

 just before the moon plays her golden melody in the sky

leaving my heart felling like a passerby on the streets of life

somewhere between the corner of Main Street and tomorrow

I try to understand all my missed connections…

Those fraught with indigo tinted memories of lost loves

Yesterday’s laughter is in another season of my life

all nestled in colored clouds of sorrow…of regrets

The hours grow late on the horizon of my life

They play their heartbreaking rhythmic melody in my soul…

trying to push away the unbearable solitude of my flesh

as I strive to touch the endless futility

of Heaven’s indigo colored clouds, that paint the evening of my days

etching their indigo tinted painting of heartaches...

that forever lingers over my soul...

Haunted by the past... tenderly cradling the present

craving for a peaceful future on the voyage of this life