I am a poem

I came looking for a place to write upon your skin,But it was far too gentle.To hold the weight of my words. I bought a sheet instead. I went hunting for words in your precious smile,But it hid pain far too vicious.For me to even tame. I bought a dictionary instead. When I finally came…

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…

The weavers

Spools of threads hanging low, scattered away like anxious crows. Vivid and different away from all ties, seemingly unique but a garden variety for eyes. But there are eyes that see what no others can view, and they are with everyone but found by such few. The eyes that saw these threads away, just gaped…