Fire burning in a hill

The lines are rocky rough 

Red angels wait to pick remains 

The cindered shoulder 

Of confused men 

Seperate 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

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