Images in indigo,
	frolicking in the moon-kissed path,
		I waltz, as a gracious angel,
did I come to the beginning or the end
		                      I don't know.


Images in indigo,
	caressed like a porcelain china doll
		or a crystal rose,
did I come to the beginning or the end
		                      I don't know.


My image in indigo,
	jaded by shale of unknowing,
		I gild the lily, but lo,

An oasis began to flow.
	An oasis of joy.