The Heart’s Final Stillness

Open yourself to the clearing,
you may retire to receding
points of suspension and yet…
The perfect enclosure beyond
the hot summer’s cauldron

The dark forest mushrooms
The undertow of our longings
And yet there will always be
calm, sky-bearing lake

Is this the last declaration of love or
the heart’s ﬁnal stillness?

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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