El Cielo

that sky had tamed its vermillion flames
over the sun, exquisite strokes of disdain
over our heads, it melts into those tropical hues
over our world, that sky was a colourful bruise

a blind fellow once looked up to this shield
and he whispered mellifluous words I could not hear
so when I asked him why he was singing to the sky
he said, he could not believe, such colours were lies.