Oli's Song

Written in 2012

A precious chink in an iron clad wall.
The sheen of moss green tarnish on the gilded gold plate of a rubber brick barricade.
Words, Words, Words
The wisdom of a deep blue ocean
A cynicism for the ages
The way you notice...a glance, a secret meeting, "you smell different today...different then you usually do"
I fear touching too close, I'm sure missing by a mile. Yet somewhere in between...In between the ends of the earth and the whisper of the pink flesh of her lips before a kiss. In this fairy story of your in between I want to   -    catch the twinkling tune on the breeze - the soundscape of your deepest self.
To mine for diamonds amongst sapphires.
And still I fear handing you the cement to fill back your rubber wall.
We'll look away, we'll close our eyes, we'll listen for the surprise.
~Once you surprise yourself~
Tumble into the chasm that rises to the stars.
For the beauty of the words, of the brother, of the lover, of the man.
There is a chink in an iron clad wall.