Sanctum

Insulated out

Mad, hardhearted, jagged worlds

Elysium fields

Brushed imbued hushed hues

Sarasvati bows kissing

Flora and wild wheat

Thatched roof, small portals

Little hut built from some sticks

Just for viewing out

Lie beside window

Watching the night's stars winding

Suns down into one

© P.M.H 2009