Symbiotic Dreams

**Hi everyone... I would love some real critique on this piece. Let it all out. Tell me what you really think, what you like, don't like and what could be improved. This is as close to a 'workshop site' that I belong to. Thanks for the help.** Trust and hope for truth as we stare up at the stars that mock us in our ignorance. The wet sucking mud becomes a lonely place for snails, as they crawl aslither into their isolated hell. Can’t you see the desert sky? The sun made brilliance of unveined turquoise? The barren sand kissed by the purity of light? Yet your tears run, run to the sea run to the dark midnight of the deep sea screaming indigo to the deaf.