Entangled in Her Hair

There she goes
(I met her long ago)
That girl I know
With sand in her shoes
(not that she minds)
And scrapes on her legs
(temporary testimonies
to boast of her ventures)
The light of day in her smile
The starry night skies in her eyes
And her dreams ever flying on the wind
entangled in her hair

Her joy and trust
are that of child
stubborn in their innocence
yet wiser than most can comprehend

Mysteriously angelic
and hauntingly human
her voice is that of a river
her laughter, a waterfall
bringing a little life to all
who satisfy their thirst
with her sound

She smells of the earth
of the dirt and the grass and the air
thick with the imaginings of lilies and pine

Her thoughts are that of a butterfly
of organized abstract
quiet and majestic
their powerfully fragile beauty
like the patterns of a turtle's shell
entrancing and casting
the most phenomenal spell
one moment there
the next like air

So my friends breathe deeply
of the fresh cool wind
drink in the warmth of the sun
Just for once
Be still
and let yourselves fall
be in awe
of all
the world
turning so slowly fast
in this place so small and vast
So maybe
in the hush
devoid of the rush
YOUR dreams will be caught
and ever fly on the wind
entangled in your hair.