Inner Sanctions by Theresa Jodray







Sitting here at the canyon's edge

I send out thoughts to the arctic winds

Looking beyond the canyons depth

I put my mindís emotions to the ocean

There youíll sit on any given Sunday

Wishing in the week's wisdom

There I send my heart's desire

For you only to listen

Set upon the chill of the North

Taken to the tropical morning Sunrise

I send to you my inner sanctions

Of secret night long visions






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