photo: sharon auberle
SANCTUARY
by Sharon Auberle
Tell me it’s
coincidence
my watch stopped here
in this timeless place
a place where deer
speak
a silent language
and you understand
where a trail of lady
slippers
leads through the
woods
to a stranger, who
speaks
of emerald dragonflies
and your hands shimmer
with light and you
dance
with yourself, in a
dream
a place where great
banks of lilacs
scent the air and a
bowl of beans
tastes fine as caviar
where night rain comes
softly in, bearing
sleep
in her arms, tell me
this is coincidence
and I will send you on
your way.
~ first published in Lilipoh
