Wednesday, 17 January 2018

We ripple into Sanctum we are...



By Your Harbour

You, Haven.
The Unbolted.
The Safe House.


Like water by your harbour
we ripple into Sanctum we are.

Tender,
Cherished patrons of Being.
By your fire, your relief
We simmer bliss.

A long and slow
dreamy effervescence.
A lull of belated Harmony.





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