A TRIBUTE

There are thousands of eyes,
That talk about their tales,
Their pains,their sorrows and
The mysterious elation of mind.

But none have I come across,
Those large brown eyes that
Spill out loneliness and affection,
The usual craving for company
Swept away by fierce solitude.

He stared and stared without
Revealing a tiny spectrum of emotion,
His brushes, a huge contrast to
The paucity of his beautiful eyes.

Splashes of blue,red,orange,
And I doubt myself deeply,
For the deserveness to his palette,
His hands in graceful motion,
Making love with the slight breeze.

The eternal glances of nature,
I turn to,to find solace from
The unwavering eyes of society,
Has no meaning in embracing
The peace I receive from two brown oceans.

I stumbled back to reality,
With the clattering of brushes,
His hands dirty and mind devoid
Of activity and the presence of
a smile on his lips.
He grabs his precious belongings,
And prepares to leave, inviting
Me to take a look at his creation,
His magical act of beautifying
the scars of a human being.

It took me milennials to gather
Up the courage, the slow paced
Steps echoing the nervous state
Of a frenzied mind.

The potrait of mine, a canvas
Full of colours that reeks of
Happiness,tears and dried magic.
There I found a stranger,
whose dull colours was ignited,
A dangerous red and lovely blue.
A tribute that redefines life,
The way one interprets a soul,
The brown eyes that encompasses
The creation of an enchanted soul,
Made even the imperfections perfect.

And I call out to the world,
A place devoid of hope, and to,
The strong hands and beautiful souls
Of artists,to join their heart,
For there are yet,
A lot of tributes to be made.

P.S. Thanks a lot for your valuable time. Just a few lines about a painter and his model. 😅