Up

Up in the tree, Forever sparkled.
It isn't a wonder I climbed.
Guided by lightning, ginger red,
the unknown caught my eye.
Above, I hungered for the heart of color, draining freely down the streets,
Spirit colors of an artist scaping the passion of memory.
Distance shone as green and blue, a thin wire burned by thought
Earthquakes ripe for shaking spun, as white plastic bottle tops.
Melted cans held Love and Now in the center of her grip
Prisms lit the secret key to an inevitable sinking ship.
Nothing was dangerous in the Now,
I was safe in the roots of the sky
What fed the fear and seared sincere
was the ominous, clouded, Why.