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.

Where paradise is…

Cold springs of water gushing down the cliffs falling into the canopy ‘the verdant abyss.’ Blooming water lilies risen from the muck softly-sweet scented writing their own luck. Mystic lagoons blue as the sky above tendrils of tenderness and air full of love. Chirping of winged chariots echoing through the land clouds of spirituality and…