Beautifully Bound and Broken

A Poem by Jesters

Those luscious, golden locks on high
Like water drops fall from the sky
And dare to snare a prideful beast,
For such tendrils is no feat.

Sweet to touch and soft to feel;
One has never felt so real
But suddenly they sway away,
A river's peace I still remain.

Until the surface, struck by rock,
Sends ripples down upon my heart
Will these vines let loose of me,
And leave my soul to wander free.