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…

Blooming in adversity

Thorny bushes and rocks allowed destiny to bloom flamboyantly contrasting against torments of gloom. Dainty and small against the unyielding land better in a bouquet in a newly wed hand. But fate writes differently for all those who stay eventually life’s purpose is found out one day. The flower on the wrong stage thus wasn’t…

Night break

The glorious pines stood in their battle scarred gowns Growing taller and taller with every attempt to make them frown. A mystical aura drifted through the air ambrosial and damp complementing the moon’s flair. Enchanting music played maybe radiated from the sky little flickering fireflies flew as the old peaks sat by. Gurgling creeks flowed…