Wish to run away with me,
To where nothing matters at all.
At the end of the world will we find,
A bit of peace and serenity.
I long for dusty roads,
And sun baked wood.
I want to feel a dry heat upon my skin,
And rest beneath the cool hissing shade of a poplar tree.
Kiss me with sage and cinnamon upon your lips,
As we bath our feet in a quick running spring.
Watch as jackrabbits dance between brush,
While cattle low and horses peace.
Run away with me into a wide open sunset,
Beneath a dark ceiling of stars.
Run away with this wish,
To find out what matters.
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.