Sanctuary Poem by Barry Middleton

Sanctuary

Rating: 5.0


There still must be a secret place,
a land where no one comes to call,
I saw it clearly in my youth,
a forest near a waterfall.

The valley was obscured in mist,
and I had stumbled on that spot,
but then moved on to grander things.
In time the sanctum was forgot.

But far from home and tired and old,
I often fall into a dream
of safety and a hidden glen,
and sacred meadows by a stream.

Some night the dream will come again,
and I will build a cabin there,
to welcome then my peace and rest,
relieved of burdens and of care.

Sanctuary
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: tranquility
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 26 July 2017

Our whole life is such a tomb like the cabin the poet is expecting to build.We do nothing else in life than build our tomb, dear Barry.Happy is the person who succeeds in building such a cabin.So sensitive, dear Barry.

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Nosheen Irfan 25 July 2017

A wish for peace and tranquility so beautifully rendered through beautiful imagery and memories. Loved it. A big 10.

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