Nymphs of Indigo

Honey dew of evergreen shrubs aligned. Beauty that casts ought bare me no more. Shadows within the cool faces ignore. Their perpetuating waltz fork my mind, Leaving eclectic faults intertwined; Wandering about far more confined. The trestling trees open like curtains, Drawing you in with ease, Calling out as they strike assertions. An astonishing mossy figure sprouts, Granting me no harm I already knew, Reminding me I had bigger doubts. How can such a being be so endearing? These girls that have been appearing… Was it me for whom I was fearing? The imagination will take you for miles, But these souls were just behind the wood. The imagination is all just for the smiles. They’ve been here far more years ago; Their beautiful blue once again tickles my soul. These were the Nymphs of Indigo.