Sunday, July 29, 2007

finger plays..

have i,
fire inside my heart..

and you strike,
right at the spot..

come may,
the flame out of me..

strike short
and strike right..

enlighten me,
with your fingers..

i think out of box
and i'm so afraid of wind..

so strike me, the match stick,
and you guard me from the wind!!

1 comment:

♥busy_writer♥ said...

:-D hey, nice one.. the 1st few lines had me imagining sumthin totally different :-) had a different & unique feel to it.. like sumthin, i've nvr read b4.. :-)