These are respite places.

Or, so we are told.

But in the interim, a simple plotted gesture for wandering souls.

♥

I tell my lover, to make her aware.

She never hesitates to let me be.

She, alone, understands the expelling of, demons, no one else can see.

♥

It is not mystique I seek.

Nor, blind guidance, from sacred places.

It is the silence that can only be found by…

pursuing to understand…

Understand something that will never be…

Never be completely understood.

♥

Yet, the quest stays like a solemn secret stage.

A critiqued, columned, colloquial,

in which peace is at play.