In these locks
Not before did I understand,
In all those songs and all my reads,
The true value of these long strands,
The real beauty of those thin threads.
Her hair was long and cascading
Of warm bronze colour, calm beauty,
Oh, all these years – how many? –
Took it to grow to this dreaming?
If I could touch, if I could feel,
If in these soft locks I could pass
My fingers and, oh so gently…
If, just for a second, I dared…