Fire burning in a hill The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men
separate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes
Indigo eyes
Asking
His heaven is uncovered not A black tree blocks his way His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay)
The playmate sings
Like Orphee in some thunder world Asking to be bathed in light To be exemplified
With grey desire he looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes
Saw his past He had dug for trust With blind infected hands
And wondered as the hurt bit hard Why the sacred weren't at hand
Only when his ears were deaf To the angels light burst waves Only when his ears were deaf
Did life turn from fog to fog But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey
Indigo eyes Indigo eyes