A Place Within- Michael Erickson

Long have these hours been,

Where my mind does wander.

Between soaring walls of stone,

Upon a lazy river run wild.

Each of these shining moments seem to glide,

Effortless upon a cool autumn breeze.

As soft as velvet hooves upon a sun warmed bank,

Let us drink in each twisting turn of this life we lead.

Reflect upon the sheer nature that is our soul,

While our heart beats beneath living bone.

Know that such is our scene,

And we a part of it as the falling leaves.

Our tears and memories mingle with a glowing course,

And bones beneath flesh to support and rise as mountain cliffs.

Breathe easy under a crescent of sky,

And look to another budding day to be alive.


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.

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