How I long to be away from this tiring world,
Unplugged from the sea of other people’s lives.
I wish to hear only a whispering wind,
Carrying bird song and babbling streams.
Help me breathe the dust of the city,
Out of my crackling lungs.
Fill me with the smell of fresh grass and lilac,
As cool mountain water kisses my feet.
Run free my soul long buried beneath worry,
And flow into wide open fields.
Lay down my body and sleep so deep and pure,
Upon a blanket of shining stars.
Be in this place alive and free,
And ground in infinite tranquility.
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.