Sanctuary

Quiet shrine
Of whispered dreams
Softened whispers
Linger in the air,
Veil of serenity
Draped gently
Over tender hearts
And weary souls.

Delicate whispers
Embrace the sacred space,
As stillness calls forth
The essence of all.
In a hushed sanctuary,
Secrets are shared,
Unveiled in silence,
Where spirits reside.

Unseen echoes resonate,
Ethereal chants,
Whirling amidst
Flickering candlelight.
Mystical murmurings
Transcend earthly bounds,
Whispered secrets seep
Into ancient stones.

In the quiet shrine,
Shadows dance,
Their elegant pirouettes
Reveal ancient tales.
Time dances backwards
To forgotten melodies,
Quiet secrets,
Enshrined in stories untold.

Celestial whispers
Caressed by breeze,
Etched in the tapestry
Of silence,
A cherished sanctuary,
An aperture of peace,
Where questions
 ecome comfort.

Whispered dreams
Find peace at this shrine,
A haven for souls
Seeking respite from the world.
In the depths of stillness,
Expansive and deep,
Quietly bound
By the sacredness it beholds.