Sanctuary

Frozen, mesmerized,

Simply entranced,

Starring at

The silent monastery

Sitting pretty in

The middle of the city,

Sexless,

Quiet as the moon

Reflecting off

Deep winter ice,

Beckoning like

A woman in pearls

Smiling from

Her window,

A robe opens

A door

I slip silently

Into the

Sanctuary.

Stephen Nesbitt ©