My place of sanctuary
Where I frequent at night
Away from all who fight
My sacred place to write
...beneath the cool moonlight
It's where I feel most free
In vocabulary
When words flow from my pen
My heart it soars in flight
I hope this will not end
Rhyme has become my friend
...beneath the cool moonlight
I linger for awhile
My place of sanctuary
It's often where I smile
...beneath the cool moonlight
my mind becomes fertile
© Debbie Razey 2015
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