Colors - Silver Apples

The last wash of ink in the skies still lingered

And the smells of evening had already arrived

Night has a different smell than day

And this in between time is sometimes confusing

The orange of wood burning came from the new sun direction

And I followed it

Keeping watch for danger from the sky

The orange of wood grew stronger and stronger

There was a clearing and a cabin with a door

The green of water and the grey of lemon

And the red and brown of something cooking

Came from a crack at the base of the door

It was too low for me to see inside

But I can hear the sound of metal clinging

I’m not afraid

Though I know I should be

I just don’t care anymore

Back toward the forest

The blue of night was pushing at evenings pink

And was winning as it always did

I sensed the yellow grey of my cousins

Who were watching me from a distance

Grey purple of dirt

And under grounders forcing their way along

In their own darkness

The red brown orange is very strong now

And comes through a crack in the door

In torturous ways

And the waves are like heavy magnetised air

With hypnotic song

That coursed through the emptiness

And chased away all reasoning

I’m pushed against the crack and it gives

Now red, brown, orange, green, grey are almost solid

And engulf my senses like swimming in a warm pond in daylight

And blue, grey, green, yellow, purple are completely gone

And I’m lost in another world

I’m not afraid

Though I know I should be

I just don’t care anymore

I just don’t care anymore