Little Room

Out of grace’s ills,

slightly off the main drag,

is the room where daylight

drains away into the brilliance.

On and out and away,

no troubles exist there that I have seen.

Its loving peace sustains,

like anesthetic sleep.

In my little room, with little things

that shape my memories.

Hope and despair are irrelevant.

Here’s a place I don’t need to care.

In my room

one way or another

dispel my mind.

Here it’s safe like a mother’s womb,

quiet as an angel’s tomb.

Sailing sanctuary



HG 1995-2000

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