I've finally named my sanctuary,
Years after it has been here.
I called it by what the colors meant to me-
Blue-ish green; turquoise.
Fog-like it was beyond the shadows.
Infinite as shown, I never knew better but to assume it's depth
Although the boundaries only grew nearer.
Through the fog; the atmosphere, a light of from above mixed with the mist;
Blue it shined above, coloring the air into ocean.
Rustling sounds beyond the doorway- a new light is coming.
Tumbling and rolling I hear,
Outside from the entrance I've journeyed in from.
Through the extended corridor,
45 degrees it's progress up wards;
Circled with vines and thorns, the leaves and their trees lined upon them.
Perhaps they hold the structure of their kind,
With a pattern to hint those who "read".
To guide with roots for me to wander,
As I fall in love once again, with a song I've always fell to a slumber.
Forever their ancestors stalk,
The leaves and their trees it seemed..
Fog-like it was beyond their shadows.
Blue-ish green; turquoise the color,
Soon to be penetrated with a new light
Within Vlad's Grove.
