The thoughts are
A rainbow of smoke
And if I could only
Hold them for a while,
Maybe study them a bit,
I think I would see them
Swirl about on the air
And collide and combine
And weave together
In a mosaic brilliant enough
To make Mother Nature
Catch her breath.
But the problem with smoke
Is that it would remain for
Only a heartbeat,
Leaving you rubbing your eyes,
Trying to decide if what you saw
Was really ever there.
Leaving you grasping at smoke
For that picture you saw
That held all the answers in it
For only a heartbeat.
Such is the nature of my thoughts.