I watched the quiet sunset from my tiny balcony–
no dusty pinks or vibrant oranges
Is that an ‘icy grey’?
Does that blue have a name?
Would one call that ‘not quite purple?’
I wished I’d a painter with me
to name the subtle greys, fading blue and whispers of purple
Instead, I was grateful
I was present enough to enjoy
colours I couldn’t name
Secret Thoughts Within 