Now we stand on the edge of the world,
Our backs to the setting sun.
You’re here with me,
Our hearts beating in time.
We listen to one another breathe,
Wishing we could hold one another.
But fear has walled me up inside my head,
And your smile fades as I turn away.
With hands falling to our sides,
The link between us tears apart.
And separately we walk away.
I looked at the setting sun one last time,
Feeling myself die.
But even as the last embers of today end,
I feel burning within my heart.
The sky flares with gold as I catch gold of your hand,
‘Wait don’t go.’
You turn back,
hope and sadness coloring your eyes.
And that is when our lips finally meet,
As our souls bare witness to our love.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.