Daily Hues

The sunset drips in hues of blood orange,
Melting into whispers of the softest blues.
Shapeshifting birds play in the distance.
They sway together, creating a gray haze
Against the backdrop of the sleepy sun.
Like a thundercloud arising from a clear sky,
Like emotions rising from a steely facade:
Abrupt, a chaotically handsome orchestration.
I watch, mesmerized by their choreography,
Pondering the feeling of air under open wings,
To fly at those devastatingly beautiful heights.
The sun sulks behind the rising city skyline
And a handful of stars glitter through the blur
As I push farther and faster down this street.
I sit in the dimming pink aura of a parking lot,
Filling this space with a soft peach ring smoke.
The horizon finding its fire: a deep magenta
Mixed with the sweetest lilac and gold layers.
The moon sits nestled in a halo of pure white
As its canvas dips into the deepest of navy.
Flickers of red arise; airplanes pass overhead.
I am cloaked in the fierce orange glow of lights
As the world fades somewhere into the black
Before I convince myself it is time to go home.