Hand of Time

The hand of time is your platform.  
Here the knuckles of experience ring of wisdom, colour you red.  
Primary, to secondary.  
The purple of the bruise, the night sky.  
Look up as well as down.
Look up to the universe as it rises, rises, dark, mysterious.  
Your young eyes catch it, develop it, imagine it, sing to it, laugh under it, wail through it, respect it, guard it.
And yourself,
as another moon passes,
another step is taken into the unknown.