Indigo Sun

What brews outside my mind today, not explicit shine nor absolute rain-- the day seems caught in elusive refrains, like trembling hands wrought in ardor’s chain. To realize the solar blue, is to encapsulate the vision true. Is this a reflection of who we are-- a portion hope, a segment dark? Will it break, and find release, as nebula conquer eclipsing beast? But blaring through each haunting glow, the light still always seems to show---For behind every mystic shadow’s throat, the jugular of my renaissance pulsating flows.

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]