The Perfect Song

And there I was, half asleep,
Listening to my mind.
When I heard a sound
Peculiar in its majestic line..
Peculiar in a blaze.
As the noise continues to heat
I am lead to attention.
A crispy path of punctual feet.
Suddenly I am curious,
Wandering about to the beat,
I find the song has me
Seared clean of speech.
He came to me in a song
Mixed with culture
Managed in design
Written with an intimate infrastructure
That torches the fields of my mind.
Ablaze is my awakening
Oh, play me the notes of my path!
I cry to you, my beauty,
You hold me within your wrath.
This hear..now it has me.
Its flames light my chaotic epiphany.
From your beam is a sweet burn.
Forever hold me in your eclipsing melody.

~ B