Above and Below

Deep in the heart of this worried man

There’s a little boy tugging at his hand.

I can smell the colours of a rainbow,

I can touch a floating cloud up high,

I can see the colours of all the oceans,

I can hear the sound of screams nearby.

You can hear my tears as they hit the ground,

We can see the stars you haven’t yet found.

You can touch dreams still floating in the blue,

I can fly away but come back screaming.

The arrow aimed at your heart is from you,

Only to return in a stranger’s dreaming.

John Wilson, August 2017