Stretch long theses hours with me,

And drink in a bit of nature’s tranquility.

The day is warm and scented green,

Down lanes of dusted rock where no one’s been.

We sing a lush song of quiet revere,

While in the trees bees buzz lazily.

The sky will stretch itself in an endless way,

And I’ll hold you gentle throughout the day.

Let me whisper sweet love unfeigned,

As your lips meet mine most wantonly.

Stretch long theses hours with me,

And drink in a bit of nature’s tranquility.

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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.