There are certain things you hear in the peak of night moments
the creak of a swing set as snow falls in pools of still around you
her eyes crinkling from the in to the outside when she smiles
crisp as the wind biting your lips
so you step towards her
tucking strands of hair behind her ears and under her cap
leaning towards those fragile wanting eyes
and tilting her head back
kissing more than a smile
but a someone who personifies the meaning of art
creating scenes  of meaning in the city scapes where we rest our hearts
in the pockets of a secret places where forest splits the sky
I've repeatedly fell in love with this girl
this girl with art in her glittering eyes.