Old Haunts- Michael Erickson

Happen upon a hidden memory,

And stroll nostalgia’s halls with me.

For a mouth is full with happy tastes,

Long forgotten upon waves of time.

Transported are we as a leave upon a wind,

To places both strange and familiar.

I remember now as if a lens shifts it’s focus,

Clicking into place with such brilliance.

Now I find myself here longing to show you,

What haunts were mine I now give to you.

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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