Diamonds

Diamonds
By: Bryan Olson

How the diamonds connect,
They dance with mine.
In an ancient ballroom they sway to a waltz only our eyes know,
To a song that only plays when her gaze is fixed with my own.

Her half blinded sight moves me with a unique calm,
It stirs thought of what cannot be seen,
Beneath the shadows that reflect on her face,
And the color of earth that swims in her skin.

My pulse races with each meeting,
Her very touch,
I’m sure,
Will elevate me to a world not yet explored.

As we dance in my mind under the twin moonlight,
I feel the spark of her touch,
Her diamonds match mine,
With a quiet furry, they stay connected until dawn.