The periwinkle peach grey clouds hang
Caressing the lava mountains
In a good night embrace
The desert still
Listening to the silence
Night falls
The mountains dim
More purple
Fading
Becoming Indistinguishable
From the surronding hazy cloud blanket
The further I am the more it becomes one
One moment blending into another
Becomes time
Becomes feeling
Becomes night
And then
Day.