grey clouds of smoke
spiralling up from the blunt you lit
climbing all the cold breezes
to the dimensions above and under

and those smoked stairs sprout wings
that sail the stormy seas
knit into waves of common rotes
smashing into your sea shell canvas
in a spray of sand and salt

P.S. Please read my other works and don't forget to drop a kind word or two and also a reference to your works , I will be reading them .