Smudged Sky

Sun is packing its rays,

stuffing warmth in pockets of haze.

Marmalade horizon studies the blaze,

sipping glory in a mortal\'s gaze.

 

Smudged sky spills secondhand shine

curling waves in a fire‑washed shrine.

Gauzy billows glide to patch the glow

bleeding from the hues that sink below.

 

My heart is set in this descent

trusting the rise of an ember-kissed crescent.

My spirit travels with an empty suitcase

carried by light to its next resting place.