random pretty thoughts...

Like snow lightly touches eyelashes on crisp January mornings,
you touch my heart.
Gently, slowly, playing my heartstrings
like fingers on a harp.


I wonder...
do thoughts of me dance through your mind
like a lilting lullaby?
Or is it only I
who finds myself swaying to the rhapsody
you conduct in my brain.

Fearing your eyes
will burn through me if I look too long.
I close my eyes
and drift away in your music...


This is just one of those random -quickly-crossed-my-mind type poems. I don't really like it, it doesn't make sense, and it's not dedicated to anyone. Just pretty words, fitted together to make a piece of music; I guess that's all poetry is... right?