I wrote this yesterday, after an agonizing 6 days of writers block! As always, don't be shy to critique my work, I'm very hard to offend The Sanctuary Stars that riddle the black sky, stitch together the canvas Providing light when there is none. They are a library, from which dreams are conjured. Earth Gives a foundation, Its guarantee backed by millions of years. It is the bed, on which I sleep, A vast altar on which my knees can fall. Trees Build mighty walls, Growing with quality through the ages, They can guard my body from harm, They can give privacy to my soul. My home Has no doors to be closed, Thus all can share it So there will be a refuge for all souls And a sanctuary for every prayer.
