Love and hate.

Passion and anger.

Heat of the moment.

Approaching danger.

Liquid in our veins.

The rush of heat to your ears.

A fresh fallen Apple.

Color of evil, everyone fears.

Energetic creation

Skyward blasting-ness

Chattering excitement

Ice-like efficiency cutting

Thought, above words

Transcendence in motion

I am a color.

I am bright and light.

I am the color of royalties.

I am the color of passion and romance.

I can be just plain on awesome

I am in flowers and in the rainbow,

I am in the galaxy with the stars...

But what am I?

You are comfort, soot, poison and professionalism.

Satanic and executive.

Certainty and mystery.

You are innocence and experience.

You hide your stains well.

You are a new moon and an old star.

You are where we find souls, and where we send the bodies.

You are absence and abundance, the beginning and the end.

A bright depth

gaining ground

to the spiraling light

not the easiest to bend

it breaks near islands

but knows it will be

welcomed back

and embraced

Brilliant bits of death rain down over wet streets. Veins through the city. Setting the pavement aflame.

Soaking through the shirt of a young man in a foreign country who will never see his home again. Eyes glazing over.

Exploding in long fingers of shimmering awe over a sea of upturned faces.

Crackling hungrily, destructive and ceaseless. Consuming everything touched. Life giving and dangerous.

Pounding in my ears when my heart flip flops in my chest.