This Room

This room, my sanctuary
I leave the cold dark world of chaos outside.
In here I feel love, warmth and my spirit
is full of life.

Candles dance along the windows, my pad
and pen wait for me.
Hours later I put my pen down and realize
the candles have burned themselves out.
The only light is the moonlight streaming
through the windows.
I grab my shawl and wrap it around me
to help with the chill.

I pick up my pen again and turn the page.
The night and moon are my friends,
companions on this journey of mine!

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela