Sanctuary

My mind in reluctance shudders me So what I love without desire Frets my time, and wears my hope Until the shoe breaks soleless And the toes scrunge mud Justififying the urge to get away A man who is pure can enter there And hold the horn Until the lightning despairs To ever dry his tears. I need a world where children play And the only meaning Is the spurt of crystal joy Telling the soul is satisfied.