Just Close the Door
Smoke dances from the wicks of candles as guitar strings hum healing melodies to the moon who reminds us of the sun and his promise to shine again.
Pillows and blankets invite troubled minds to sit and talk for hours on end until fears become once upon a time fairytales that allow us to finally find rest.
Tapestries hung high whisper prayers of peace and blessings into the night that fall over us kissing battle scars and wounds shielding us from the darkness.
We are safe here, just close the the door.
Pillows and blankets invite troubled minds to sit and talk for hours on end until fears become once upon a time fairytales that allow us to finally find rest.
Tapestries hung high whisper prayers of peace and blessings into the night that fall over us kissing battle scars and wounds shielding us from the darkness.
We are safe here, just close the the door.