My Sanctuary (In The Woods)

I love the warmth of my sanctuary, In the dark woods away from prying eyes: Alongside love that flows naturally. Alongside a light I know that is mine. I love the warmth of my sanctuary: Writing poetry by the knowing fire; With you as my Muse. At last we are free From the modern world's miasmal desires. O I do not miss the rampant rat race. I'm relieved to avoid the constant stress. I'm looking for something akin to Grace. I'm longing for Nature's healing caress. Although I hear the harsh winds beat against My doors; although the skies are turning grey And we'll soon be flooded by mocking rain, I'll endure all; as there'll be brighter days.