Droplet of Time- Michael Erickson

Touched with silence,

Our world does turn,

Beneath a vast mirror reflecting.

Beyond the warmth of your embrace,

A blue jewel flashes in the depths of winter,

Eternal darkness frames its white spotted hide.

We do but breathe in a droplet of time,

While ice and stone drift upon a forever pond,

Waiting for a touch of heat and light.

Now as a new day dawns bright,

Let me treasure this moment of cold clarity,

That I may further my breath and enhance this droplet of life.

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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