A limerick in fantasy world

Scattered on shoulder is golden hair

Blessing of Gods with skin of fair

Wrapped in halo of grace and light

Calm and pleasant as breeze of night

Creation of spring, a breath of air

Woman of orange color

Bus did not stop at my station

It passed me through

A woman of orange color

With white hat and black dress

Asked for address, gazing in opposite direction

Gusty wind with no rain

Dark cloud of barren nature

Over shadowed me and the woman

In lust of fire and drought

Looked over the field of my vision

The address you are looking for

Is somewhere beyond me

Lost in the past with no future, no presence