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.

In the night sky…

He spills water from his vessel and washes away the past, he bears the water and what it may cast. A pair of fish slips past and a ram idles close, the swan swoops with the lyre and the twins dance on toes. A perfect hunting ground for the bright-starred hunter, facing the charging bull…