Haven

Envelop me in camphor, fresh and cold
Like ice reflecting wind, wind blowing sand,
Sand covering the desiccated land
As far as you can see, making me bold
Enough to wrest the fear of growing old
Out of my bosom and into my hand;
You may insist that you don't understand,
But you did follow, when first you were told.

Now warm my heart in blankets of dark felt,
A haven of safekeeping, where I'll find
A pure, uncomplicated peace of mind,
The fate I know, the wisdom I was dealt,
And I'll remember thinking, where I knelt,
That love is ever scarlet, smooth and kind.