Here we find our common boon, betwixt the sinking sun and rising moon.
Across this mirror upon a Raven’s back, our eyes behold what we both lack.
For we are two forged from the same mold, smashed upon rocks of deepest gold.
And as two worlds quietly collide, our lips just touch as bodies glide.
With reaching hands and tugging hearts, love draws upon our deepest parts.
Just as quickly as it began, empty fingers close on weeping sand.
A chasm stretches from here to there, laying open our intentions bare.
Climb your sparkling steps of darkest night, while I lay besieged by day’s last light.
Look upon me my love divine, as we give to this world life simple, yet sublime.
Hold do we our greatest boon, a verdant globe betwixt sun and moon.
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.