Memory Lane

Memory Lane

Indigo

A blur of gold
a blur of red
a hazy memory
as I lie on my bed

summer before
winter noons
spring with flowers
autumn moons

oh can you hear
can you see?
the distant thought
deep inside of me

Streaks of color flying past
long forgotten in the wind
have come back to you
but what can they say? how can they reprimand?

A blur of gold
a blur of red
a hazy memory
as I lie on my bed

a distant thought
long forgotten in the wind