The Man with golden hair

I met a man with golden hair
Walking on the southern sea

He had a frail walk and faint smile
And a philosophy of letting it be

His voice was disembodied but persona,dense
His words were not embroidered but still weaved sense

He gestured me to walk beside him on the water
That is when my amusement turned into laughter

I was on the shore working the logic behind his act
Exhausted i asked him the magic behind his tact

He smiled and pulled one of his golden hair
Gave it to me and asked me to walk on water like it was a country fair

I stepped on water and started to glide
He held my hand,and became my guide

He showed me how waves collide
While i held his hand and walked beside

He showed me how he could pull a high tide
and make me swim through it like a roller coaster ride

He bounced bubbles with out getting wet
and just when i was getting set

He made a gesture and the sun came down
It became completely white all around

The water became grass and the man became a scarecrow
and minutes after that i felt raindrops on my face
With a golden glow.

About The Author
Sheena Singh

Sheena Singh (UIET,Panjab University)

Words are her best friends and poetry the best place to hangout with them. 20,acts 10,Engineer by chance,loves deep meaningful conversations over latte,interested in psychology,fiction fan,incurable romantic.


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