Beyond Reach!

The colored clouds of the autumnal sky with a glistening gray base are temptations enough for me to getmore close to myself, and inviting me to color my hands by soaking them in the liquid arches of the rainbow shades so lavishly spilt as if the palette is dropped down by the artistic hand on the western edge of the fabric of the azure sky… Or create a splash of vibrant hues In those colored lakes for unless I touch the cloud with my own hands I wouldn't know whether it is as soft as cotton as cold as ice that white and gray and golden cloud… Let me feel on my pulse whether it gets melted down in the warmth of my hands or simply freezes them in return… O' to fly so high that the stars start looking bigger than the apparent size on the sky Alas! Quite beyond my reach! Useless dreaming… How tough it is to make one's angry Muse reconciled, Or the lost one, found? So it is confirmed by many more desperate attempts to compose a verse ending in failure… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - so this one is no exception!