Quietus

House of Heart

Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,two bodies ruined by a single sweetness” Pablo Neruda

Between wake and sleep

I feel the brush ofyour hand

cold as winters breath,

glimpse you in lightning strokes.

Listen to foot steps come and go

along corridors of departure.

Mists of yesterdays recede over

rivers of time.

So that you may see what is left

I’ve etched your eyes to mine.

Dismembered by scythes, conscious

fingers of stars glide over hoarfrost fields

or weeping willows sweep ice capped ponds

where my heart became a dying bird.

Mesmerizing Watercolor Art by Steve Hanks | Amusing Planet
Steve Hanks art

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