Clasp our hands beneath this sky,

As the globe turns from day to night.

Colors bloom lit with celestial fire,

As night dawns a cloak of stars.

Holding tight to one another we breathe,

As the universe expands on.

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.