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.


GREEN Green fires within, bore toxic greens he was to be dead like helpless kings and queens. Out of my way this is what envy can do until someone said ‘‘Green stands for rebirth too !’ DISTORTED Shattered glass: broken and at rest rest for forever for being honest!. WEEPING SUN Warmest of tears rolling…