Sanctuary

Sanctuary

It is a Sanctuary
Above the street
The way they do that
In this big city
Great buildings
Smog air
People everwhere
Trust the clique
Our blook
This place quiet
Untouched

A double lock on the door
Alone separate
The field of play
Fenced on the roof
Over the roof dry and lite
The door of red steel
That too a place of Sanctuary

The hall old marble
Made by the dead
And they a Sanctuary
Now somewhere beyond
Beyond the city soot
Perhaps away to the forest
Or Beyond the sea
Or past screaming siren
No never there
Alone in the sanctuarys
Beyond the silence
Of the Sanctuary

Secure and real
Plotted with our things
Our mind
The door locked and bolted
And beyoond
the Sanctuary.

Judi Donnelly
copyright July 31 2008