It was the little girl’s hair
They worried about
Shining, golden nuggets
Of light leaping from strand
To strand
It made them afraid, curious,
Awesome, dumbstruck, blind,
In hate and in love
So they hid her away
Forbid her to leave
The dark and lonely room
And there she sat
Year after year
Framed in the backlit
Picture window
Singing to herself
And the birds answered back
One spring day
A fine young man
Followed the beautiful music
To the one in the window
The old ones were afraid
They sent her far away
To a barren desert
Where she wouldn’t stray
But a song filled with the lute
And the flute and dancing in May
Possessed the young man
Led him to her little house
And there they stay
Together to this day.
& LOVE POEMS
by Iris Berman
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