Under Indigo moon
and ****** White sky
I lost myself, one night in July

The wind it did gush
and the stars they did soar
your eye was my eye
your hand was my floor

I thought about you
and I thought about me
how I felt
like a tide
in a whirlpool at sea

The colours did deepen
in that garden of mine
like my deep lucid dreams
that night in July

The months linger on
and the more they do move
I feel myself pulling out
further from you

And the whishing tongue wishes
on Indigo moon
not to drown in July
but to float back to June