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.
