Sanctuary

The whispering cadence of a gentle breeze, Over tawny mountains and twin peaks, A plunging cleft opening to a sweet ravine, Uncultivated landscapes of sensuous dreams, There is a cosmic pause in time At one climactic moment, Where the sun meets the moon, During their deliberate ascent and decline. A lover’s knot is formed, An abstract shadow undefined, Embracing each eclipsing moment, Reverent of primal forces that bind. The tender stroke of temperate hands, Over the pure and quaking earth, This place deserving of clandestine worship, A lover’s adulation finds rebirth.