Indaco Fiume

An indigo river flows,
Flowing like a dark stream across the bounds of light and dark,
Washing over my sins.

Pure in beauty and essence,
I find myself enchanted by its blue waters,
Forever spellbound,
The color indigo.

Like a heart,
Drawn in the midst of frozen mists,
On a glass door, or
Like the big blue sky, with
The clear powerful indigo,
The deep majestic shades beyond the illuminated clouds.

The violin flows on in the smooth harmony,
As the melody flows on and on into complements.

The color indigo, like a wild blue sky,
Upon the dark clouds they hover,
Over the sapphire ocean,
As the sun sets,
And the legions retreat into the night.

Indaco, of the lost majestic powers,
Its inherent nobility like that of a star,
It melody flowing on and on,
The blue of the sky beyond the dark black night.

And as the tides retreat, the great majesty of Indaco,
In the midst of ocean, the sky, and clouds,
Gives way,
To Night.