I wish you a sanctuary,
A cradle cupped hands,
A silent pouch a-swinging,
To close your eyes to distant lands.
I wish you a silence,
To engulf, to bathe and clothe
Your weary metal ears and eyes,
Which concrete mother hewn and clove.
I wish you my grove of trees,
And creek a-running past,
My silent sister sanctuary,
At peace, at rest, at last.
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