I Wonder- Michael Erickson

Some times I wonder at these words,

Unknowingly submitted to a world of shrouded strangers.

As I share a part of my inner thoughts I wonder,

What actions will be inspired?

Will someone see for a moment,

The world through my wanderlust eyes?

For a moment will they be transported,

To places beyond these foreign seas?

With neurons firing and synapses being flooded,

Can I offer a glimmer of entertainment?

Who will come across these words and enjoy,

As together we flew our common bonds of daily life.

I wonder if you would walk with me,

Traveling across some far distant nebula.

And see the inner reaches of my synaptic galaxy.

We would bask beneath a spring sun,

Between fields of alfalfa and rolling hills.

Lines of poplars would dot a frothing sea of living green,

Anchoring our minds into baked earth.

With breaths as one we would taste mortality sweet,

And bathe our feet in springs so pure.

As two strangers now upon a same path,

I would bow my head in gratitude for this moment we shared.

With parting words I would say,

“You are enough for this world in which we live.

Your weakness and faults that seem so clear in your eyes,

Matter little compared to the soul before me.”

And gone would you be disappearing into stardust,

Upon these rolling waves of consciousness.

Leaving me to to wonder,

What will you do with these words?

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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