indigo fades into pale yellow
moment by moment,
degree by slightest degree —
and beneath an empty firmament
devoid of dreams
perhaps you’ll make your way
through another hollow day
wondering what it all
might mean.

(mostly) short poems on life and love

indigo fades into pale yellow
moment by moment,
degree by slightest degree —
and beneath an empty firmament
devoid of dreams
perhaps you’ll make your way
through another hollow day
wondering what it all
might mean.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...