Indigo Days

Lapis lazuli - gold caught in magical ultramarine

Stone of friendship, full of the magic of yore

Stone of the truth treasured for 5000 years and more

Reflection of midnight, stars in the sky

Favourite of Alexander, mined in the Hindu Kush

Stone of healing, a comfort in grief,

In all of these facets I share my belief.

But then come those Indigo Days

When sorrow and sadness darken the sky

The shadows grow longer, claiming the earth

The wind tells of Turquoise lost to the darkest of hues

Lapis Lazuli, that most powerful of blues

Faint hope flickers in splinters of gold

These are the days of Time’s mournful cry.

Sad is the owl as she calls to the dead

Lost in the depths of Life’s dark night

Moods coloured blue, things left unsaid

The past lost in indigo, the future unread

So many things I’d like to say in so many ways

But talking is not an option on these Indigo Days

Silence stalks his victim, words left untold

Hope hangs on the wings of birds of the night

Feathers brush the Indigo air as they take flight

The whisper of hope, the promise of gold

Veined in the Lapis, trapped in indigo stone

Hidden in azure the sky falls into the sea

Somewhere the Watcher sits on his own

Majestic and secret, Lord of Lapis Lazuli.

On these long, slow, silent Indigo Days

The world sadly floats by in an Indigo Haze

Tears turn to Turquoise, heart to blue stone

Life on two levels – mindful at work and at home

In catacombs of the soul, the colour dark blue

Memory like a river, finds its way through

And all I see now are Indigo images of you.