Sanctuary

Come to this temple,
this place of love,
this sanctuary.

Pray.
Pray for the wounded,
the lovers lost in their grief,
the sad and the sick.

Pray
for those that wish for nothing more
than to dance again in the moonlight,
to so hear the whisper of their lover
just before the dawn.

Pray, for it is safe here.
The day of contempt is long past
and there are only candles and light
and the sweet song of children
all grown up, almost.