What secrets wait to be unlocked,
Within your woven depths?
Between light colored strings and bands of fading night,
Creation lies in wait.
From silent corners of the mind and with fingers poised to roll,
A single thread unwinds with thoughts and genesis begins.
As a seed now sprouted,
Only time will tell its end.
As with all potential it waits beyond comfortable, out in unknown territory,
Only explored when one simply begins.
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.