Sanctuary
In the winter of my depletion
you sent an invitation
to lie along your shore
the moon mirroring your face
on the deep purple lake
the darkness allowing your face to
appear on the quiet reflection
the snow was retreating into
the ground and my frozen heart
the trees stood where
they had always stood
their roots under the beach
tapping the source
the rock slowly allowing
itself to be weathered
it’s ancestors now pebbles
on the shore
their greatness worn to minerals
in the healing waters
the gulls silenced in the night
feathers puffed in protection
preventing their daytime
repetitive squawking
Just the silence of the gentle
lapping waves water coloured silver
and I knew that I could
conjure memories
in stillness and find
solace inside myself
where everything
I have ever been or
ever loved
will dwell
© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry
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