swept away by sounds of whizzing street cars and fanatic vendors, lethargy descends upon the city with humidity and bare skin

a buzz of people's conversations taking place simultaneously and the slapping of shoes on cement

heaven is on fire.

there is a gaping hole in the vast azure above our heads, glowing embers cascade from clouds and kiss our gleaming shoulders

we feel the warmth of angel wings being set ablaze and it becomes so intense there's a feeling of white-hot iron branding the backs of our legs

heaven is on fire.

chasing the day upon emerald carpets and sandy hills, rolling waters and petals blanketed in dew

buds reflect the sky, embellished in deep reds and pinks as the vacancy we've come to adore puffs out chalky coals amongst ebony cinders

heaven is on fire.

somber ash replaces the once euphoric laughter that flowed from golden gates.

dipping our hands in the coolness of the inky zephyr, pipe dreams cloak us with a yearning for the break of day

swallows chirp and bite bits of the moon, chasing it down with sparkling champagne spilled across the astral expanse we reside in

heaven has burnt out.