Indigo Spirit!

My flaming spirit does not flicker in orange- it burns indigo and keeps on burning; escaping damnation I stop commandingly the ripples of unbidden emotions before they turn to tidal currents; the ferocity tamed, the angst seems without a sting; no hopes to bloom my petals will stay folded and wrapped up I was Simoni's classic but the bold tones of colors with which he painted me all inside, are faded now; my finger wears the ring of Cleopatra no more, I speak no Egyptian, my enamelled primitiveness is laminated over by the gloss of gaudy brands, one day I transcended Time, some day the waves will come and wash me up, if found on the shore, would someone bury me in the sanctified ground of reverence with love?