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.

Written in eternity

Stab me and prod me,And clip both my wings,Hurt me and mute me,And burn all my things. Stab me and prod me,But just know my name,‘Coz when I will rise back,I’ll be doing the same. ~ Hurt me and mute me,But watch as I grow,From ashes to fire,A fire on snow. ~ Come now and…