A Sanctuary is this,
my peaceful, havens nest...
There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...
When in zenith of the night
the wind doth howl...
In depth of night, when shadows beckon souls
to risk their all with tendril wisps of mist...
Golden summer sun that lights the skies
with never ending hues...
Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...
Swirls and whorls of paths
my fingers trace along the well...
I see you through the rain.
Watching as I float within my...
Fragile petals blown by turbulent winds
to swirl in eddies far from leaf and stem...
Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands...
A tree there stands upon a hill
Which bears such painful scars...
Trapped beneath the burning
heat of a remote suns rays...