Wake me from the darkness of my mind,
And lead me to places more wholesome.
Where summer sun no longer cracks the earth,
And causes all things to crumble to dust.
Walk upon slate stone between flowering bushes,
And vibrate with the industry of bees.
I need to break free of these dark cobweb thoughts,
And move out into a resounding silence.
Let thoughts be free as naked pedals,
Soaking in energy and light.
A garden is where I belong,
With trowel in hand and fingers covered in rich earth.
I am at peace beside each growing soul,
And reminded of so much more than what I see.
Humanity’s best hope is here,
Overgrown by gentle living things.
Here is where darkness is captured,
And molded into restful twilight.
Let me pull you from these dark thoughts,
Up to a place at peace and wholesome.
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.