Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remainsThe cindered shoulder
Of confused men
Separate from them, their aweWith gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, askingHis heaven is uncovered not
A black tree blocks his way
His way is skating round a dome
His way is in dismayThe playmate sings
Like Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplifiedLike Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplifiedWith gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray indigo eyes
Indigo eyesSaw his past
He had dug for trust
With blind infected handsAnd wondered as the hurt bit hard
Why the sacred weren't at hand
Only when his ears were deaf
To the angels light burst wavesOnly when his ears were deaf
Did life turn from fog to fog
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estrangedIndigo eyes
Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes
Indigo eyesWith gray desire
He looks out mad
His soft gray, indigo eyes
Indigo eyes