Smoke rings around the moon Full like an open eye in the sky I smoke my pipe and soon Will go home and write a poem (or try) The sunset was fantastic Time became elastic I saw day give birth to night I saw it was all right In the out-of-doors out there Within to anywhere And through me to everywhere Smoke rings around a star On the other side of the window So far though not too far To wink at me and say I told you so Not too far away to know And answer why not to my question why +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII