Stripped of these infernal devices,
We stand upon the edge of a darkness.
The universe as known by mortal limits spins away,
Trembling within the boundaries of our leaves.
Follow lines of light as the sun disappears into the void,
Between heaven and hell.
There a door waits.
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.