Bright Havens

In this small harbour
of calm moonlight
and rippled water
I float, eyes closed,
feeling the lapping
the gentle rocking
motion of my  boat
and inside the
large dark space
my  eyes rove
seeing brightness and
colour seething with
hope  and an attic
sanctuary gleaming
with motes  of dust
waiting on me with
my  days to descend
and stay there
in harmony  of work
and peace and care.
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