Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Indigo Sky

The night sky
at its darkest,
at its deepest,
is crushed cobalt,
worn and worried
into a calloused velvet.

It seeps like ink
across the upper sphere,
fading into a watery cerulean,
evaporating at the horizon,
leaving behind
barely a breath of blue.

You can't see it,
but the dawn is there,
hidden beneath the mountains,
paling the indigo sky.

I see my soul mirrored
in the twilight,
wrinkled and weary
at the core,
dissolving into lightness
at the edges.

You can't see it,
but hope is there,
hidden beneath the shadows,
paling my indigo soul.


  1. EEEWWW! So full of colorful words@ What a picture your words always paint. It is always a pleasure to see what your words "spell" out.
    Love you! MOM

  2. Love to see your distractions yesterday, created something beautiful last night. Always Love reading your next blog!!!!