Ripples upon a pond do we make,
As we step from the shores of piled facts and rock hard reality.
With stick in hand we submerge our feet,
Opening a floodgate behind our eyes.
Fling wide our inner minds,
As our hearts pour open a sea.
Infinity spreads beyond mortal frames,
As we gaze into the depths of our imagination.
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.