The Color of Change

Sometimes I like to sit and brood,

Unnamed anxieties shaping my mood -

The silver light of dusk invades

Quiet thoughts as daylight fades.

Indigo hues seamlesly change into

Hammered gold of infinite range.

The master alchemist casts His spell

In a sky-sized abalone shell.

Though the sun fulfills

Its life-giving role,

The colors of sunset

Feed my soul.

Whose Mind is it, Anyway?

I have the right to smoke if I want to, I have a mind to know what I like.

My friends all do it, so it can