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Wrapped in time upon a mountain’s ledge,

Buried deep between evergreen leaves,

And covered in a summer’s rain,

A secret was spun.

Delicate as a spider’s web drifting upon the wind,

It settled itself there upon a path,

Waiting for my wandering soul to find,

A tale began to grow.

Undone was the passion so richly possessed by this world,

I could not find words to seal that which cried to be bound within my arms,

I sought to lock it away where none would find it,

A love so profound bloomed.

But lo, you found me upon my way and looked upon this open soul,

This wonder that I had was now shared twining our being as one,

Ever growing along this winding trail,

A gnarled tree remembered.

So we now in eternity’s embrace shall be,

Folded round by the rings of a cosmic evergreen,

Our secret love lasting between root and stone,

A passion only known to us.

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.