Savannah: Cubes And Orbs Ch 13 Poem by Mike Conkey

The days come and go
i entertain one nite
i make the paper stars come close
they are red yellow and orange
spinning in circles
i twirl them with my fingers
then they go their own ways
the sky changes color
such a site to see if you werent me
but i realize
im not changing each color
who is doing this with me
i have the reds and blues
but how the purple and green
a rainbow tornado in the sky
nowhere near the ground
the colors swirl
in a passionate way
someone is in the tornado
i hear someone laughing
i can see now
as if my eyes can zoom in
it is jear
she is laughing
the colors led her here
she gives in to gravity
but at her own rate
as she comes to the ground
the rainbow fades
a hear awes in the distance
from those watching
she tells us we must go somewhere
a place she thinks only her and i can handle
lily asks where
jear shows her
two lines appear in the air
then six more
she makes a cube in the air
about waist high
another cube inside the first
the bend and twist
she isnt sure if claude and lily are ready
claude explains he can handle anything
it absorbs us
we fall in
the gravity of the two cubes
sucking us in
an orb in the cubes
my body is thinning
and re arranging
i can breathe
but barley
the others are nervous and shaking
as their bodys
take the intense amoundt of stress
now im choking
were gasping for air
as quick as it happens
it ends
we are somewhere