Ode to My Hair

Manipulated through life, pulled this way and that. Like some angelic cloud it settles. Golden honey, dripping down the spine. Filled with passion and energy, waves tossed over a mountain. A cascading shower of fine-grained sand. Slippery, delicate strings of straw. Wind catches and wings spread. Soaring goes the free gold phoenix, before melting back to its nest. A shape shifting mass of amber vines pushed to and fro by sleek brown crocodiles and cobras. Possibilities rove the surface of the skull, to create a whole new soul.