A cloud...a sky and a twilight...

A cloud afloat dressed golden orangy saffronic pink
Against a perspective
Of a twilight songy long
As if time there floated like a balloon
Came onto me
This dusk
As if a distant converse
Soul to soul
Sans wires...
As if unwired that cloud dreamy
Had decorated the blue perfect
Like She often her away from me sets
As if She there justifies Her own transience...
A sense felt not dwelt or peopled
By too much of proximity...
Nay...
Never like those builds of the city
Too close dingy unopened
But like naturally vast
A width of a wide
A deep of a depth
A space of a Space...
As if a pure transcendence...

A twilight so nice...
As if colored by passion kept in a box of ice...
Perserved...
Sustained...
Long
Enough
To meet the Long...
The farthest of The Far...
Made a fall on my head
Like those drops of Rain
Once fell...
On head
As if to add more to the fountain...