Sanctuary
By: Dey Burnley
Where is your sanctuary?
Mine is over there beyond those trees.
Deep into the forest.
Can you sense it?
Do you see it?
It’s a place full of blooming zest,
soft warmth-
with a cool refreshing breeze.
My sanctuary has stars that stretch
as far as the eye can take in
and beyond that.
Sparkling and reflecting,
clear and dashing,
more beautiful than anything in my waking dream.
Stardust particles
fill the ground as I walk through,
alight with decadence, growing bright.
Absorbing greatness when I set by.
Refilling me,
the meshes of colors give me life.
This sanctuary is behind my blue.
It’s access can be found
even through thoughts.
Though,
the velvet feel of this place
is always certain.
About the Creator
Dey Burnley
Poetry.
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