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.

How Eternal?

I brood over the fact eternity to be precise If eternity accompanies in life and demise. Death doesn’t wait for any nor the infant in the womb How long can eternity stand itself in its eternal tomb. If it exists it always does the most precious all around timelessness might be radiating wisdom waiting to…