Indigo

We walked out into the cold night
Contrails crossed the sky, the stars shone bright;
All above was a deep black blue,
Not a car passed on the avenue.

Under a streetlamp I began to write
Letting my thoughts wander into the night
In the cold a voice was calling my name
And I followed its sough back to Orange Peel Lane.

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