The Web Poetry Corner - Paul Lancaster - Sanctuary
Sanctuary
by
Paul Lancaster
Open eyed to the bathed solitude of sanctuary.
This highway of infinite grace and beauty,
Perpetuated through the few who know,
Like some drawn and moulded eliptical light.
When all is lost we hang from the stars,
Their futile swinging, chased by the wind,
Until all is calm and we hold down the dawn.
The comforting stillness of the beaten wind and a fading light.