Close your eyes and think of time before,

When knotted pines were young,

And roots of yew reached to Mother Earth’s core.

Where mankind were but innocent babes,

Playing at the feet of folk so fair,

Who’s blood was as ancient as the deepest sea.

Close your eyes and smell the earth,

Rich with gardens vast and green,

Trees spoke to one another and share secrets divine.

Beasts of unsurpassed beauty walked upon cloven feet,

Centaurs and saytrs taught of long forgotten gods of yore,

And cunning Minotaurs hunted hero’s in labyrinths deep.

Close your eyes and breathe in ocean’s turquoise hue,

With vast cities of balloons floating across the sky,

Or bone cathedrals carved with living rock upon gorges so deep.

Lose your sense of reality,

And join in this adventure of ours,

For worlds unknown wait for yon eyes so sweet.

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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.