Blues

There is a tinge in the air
That makes my eyes squint
I stand here right now
Gazing at the various blues
Nobody for miles around me
And black rocks dot the shore
The crashing of the water
And the defeating roar that follows
Not from the sea
But from within me
A soft voice roars
To stand back
And be afraid
There is a shine in the sky
And words flow through my head
Believing all that is possible
With the miracle of life
And all that stands behind me
As I gaze out at the various blues
And remember the times
When I had a feeble mind
And my worries were short lived
And my consciousness was a rumour
I stare out at the various blues
And I see the black rocks dotting the shore
And I smile wide