Behind the heavy timber doors where quiet shadows creep, A blue-stone sentinel stays awake while all my doubts run deep. A study built of crowded shelves and years of weathered glass, Watching every fleeting storm and phantom sorrow pass. Deep azure crystal, sharp and fine, Linarite guardian of this maze of mine. When the corridors unwind, You keep the peace inside my mind. The world outside is trading words and beating on the gates, Trying to confuse the path with borrowed fears and weights. You sit upon the mineral crag, your folded wings at rest, Sifting through the cluttered noise to find what serves me best. Keeper of the study, holding quiet in the gale, Standing where the restless thoughts and bitter winds prevail. You guard the inner silence, you keep the flame alight, A steady shade of azure in the middle of the night. No heavy fire, no violent roar, Just wisdom standing at the door. I used to think the mind must fight to keep the shadows tame, Or run through every winding hall to call out every blame. You teach me that resilience is knowing when to stand, Cool as deep-veined linarite and rooted in the land. Deep azure crystal, sharp and fine, Linarite guardian of this maze of mine. When the corridors unwind, You keep the peace inside my mind. The books upon the upper shelves may fade and turn to dust, The ink of ancient heartaches wash away because they must. Your watchful eyes don't judge the scars or how the edges broke, You simply hold the sanctum clear against the rising smoke. Keeper of the study, holding quiet in the gale, Standing where the restless thoughts and bitter winds prevail. You guard the inner silence, you keep the flame alight, A steady shade of azure in the middle of the night. No heavy fire, no violent roar, Just wisdom standing at the door. Let the outer tempests pull and scream across the floor, You keep the sanctum sheltered and you anchor down the core. In this room where thoughts are mended, safe from every test, The keeper folds his crystal wings and lets the wanderer rest. Keeper of the study, holding quiet in the gale, Standing where the restless thoughts and bitter winds prevail. You guard the inner silence, you keep the flame alight, A steady shade of azure in the middle of the night. No heavy fire, no violent roar, Just wisdom standing at the door. Linarite wings and quiet grace, A sanctuary in this place. Rest easy now, and calm your furrowed brow.
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