Sanctuary in the Storm

The flame dances in the candle's final hours, In the heart of a snow-laden cabin, Winter's breath whispers through the shingles, The wind sings a song of the cold night. We gather by the dwindling light, Each flicker a spark of our hidden desires, In the warmth of this fragile fire, Our hearts ignite with silent passions. The storm outside rages, relentless, Snowflakes weave a tapestry of white, The cabin creaks under nature's weight, But within, we find a different storm. Peace, elusive and gentle, Is born in the eye of our tempest, A place of stillness, carved from chaos, Where even the wildest winds cannot intrude. In the heart of the storm, we find our sanctuary, A state of mind, a refuge within, As the candle burns its final breath, We understand that peace is ours to hold.