I walked with fireflies on the haze 
which glows dull orange, lit below,
by city lights that gleam and blaze
the color of a fire on snow.
the satellites sketch lonely ways
and dust burns in the atmosphere
a fitting death of sparks and rays - 
dust travels far to die out here.
its monochrome gives way to hue
my sky dissolves from black to blue
these miles remind me of what’s true 
I know the gray now, through and through.

[Featured Image: Descent of the Soyuz TMA-14M by Bill Ingalls]