The Tresses

Like a long river flowing without a clue,

Her tresses were gold covered in dew.

Like a leave dwindling in the wind,

The curls touched her cheek as they flew.

Like a magnificent banyan standing through,

They wouldn’t let the harsh sunshine on you.

Like a night shining without the moon,

They carried silence all echoing through.

Like a magic spell bound on you,

They got through the soul of you.

Like a mountain wind unfurled and undue,

They carry you along and through.

Like the hot sand slipping amid the fingers,

They are hard to chase and hard to get through.

Like rainbow smiling from edge to edge,

Those tresses are bliss and adorned with sweet dew.