Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…

Boundless?

My life’s on an easel crisp and white, endless possibilities to bring it to light. I sit as the painter acrylics in hand, adding colours to the canvas with the passing of sand. I paint colours of envy of pain, of mirth, of the darkness of deaths and tenderness of birth. I look at some…