Serene Sanctuary

In the depths of night, a haven unfolds, A sanctuary of rest, where shadows grow old. The bed, a canvas, painted teal and gray, Invites the weary soul to slumber's sway. Yellow pillows, like sunbeams, bright and bold, Illuminate the path to dreams untold. The lamps, like sentinels of sleep, stand guard, Casting a warm glow, a gentle regard. The room, a cocoon, a haven from the world's din, A place to retreat, to rest, to mend within. In this serene sanctuary, all is made right, A refuge from the darkness, a guiding light.