Singular canvas

The pure breeze spread notes of chanting, echoing from every corner.. with myriad conches blowing in celebration of the deity within and without.. 

the moon, a silent witness to this sanctity, walked with me hand in hand, beaming its love, enjoying the twinkle of happiness emanating by its side.. 

ethereal hues shone in the sea and sky, who colored whom, impossible to surmise.. 

meeting across the horizon seamlessly, merging themselves into a singular canvas, painting shades of diluted sunshine..