Wistful, Watchful, Hopeful Dreamer- Michael Erickson

Wistful, watchful, hopeful dreamer,

Sitting still while mind does linger.

Never thinking of faulted limits,

Always reaching while no thought inhibits.

Heart worn upon a sleeve of color,

Ignoring a world that pleads, “grow duller.”

Stretched as taught as bowstrings strung,

Wishing for far reaches flung.

Wistful, watchful, hopeful dreamer,

Do not listen while harsh voices linger.

Telling all of exacting limits,

While whispering how dreaming inhibits.

Never let their failing color,

Force your soul to grow duller.

Instead flee from broke seams now strung,

Across forgotten spaces flung.

Wistful, watchful, hopeful dreamer,

Draw us in and make our heart linger.

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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.