color of forever

saltines for breakfast
and a gulp of air

sunrise stains her eyes
never touching the core
of her heart
window sweat breaks
and makes a delicate run
for it and
she wonders if forever knows
it doesn't exist on invisible
streets
that are pounded into life 
by the imagination and the
gyration of her poetic pen
she decides that opaque hope
is the color of a forever that
doesn't know it doesn't exist