Chords of the most beautiful song, <br />With my eyes, tracing the prominent <br />Vein that followed the course of his arm, <br />Round and round, over and once again, <br />In love, from the whole painting <br />To the small details and the even smaller <br />Obscure signature like a mark or a sign <br />Kept hidden, yet so visible. <br /> <br />For eyes that do not see what I see, <br />Will never find the perfect melody <br />I played mentally, while running <br />Long fingers and polished fingernails <br />Through those strings of His hair. <br />The moment, only created by a sudden <br />Bolt of beauty that dear Helios <br />Wished upon and for, for me <br />Can I only say thank you? <br /> <br />Such rays, soon soon they were gone; <br />I have but to ask the gods one more <br />Precious treasure by their hands given. <br />Eros, beloved Eros, have my heart as long <br />As his becomes mine, for I do not mind <br />just so I could render my song. <br />A tune for my heart; Oh let his youth <br />Be forever, diamond like; <br />So will my devotion to Thee. <br /> <br />For a whole minute, the whole world <br />All the unbelievable forces that we dare <br />Deny the existence of, re-arranged time <br />And life to, in a whole minute, <br />Replace my widowing heart and soul <br />And create the most sublime <br />Single measurement of time <br />That will forever and ever, eternally <br />Remind me of how gold and bold <br /> Love can be.<br /><br />A.R. Brixton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-the-strings-of-his-hair/
