Beautifully Bound

[CRNDLSM]

let's see, i think you're referring to someone's hair.
locks, water drops, tendrils, vines?

Those luscious, golden locks on high
Like water drops fall from the sky
And dare to snare a prideful beast,   are you the prideful beast the hair is snaring?
For such tendrils is no feat.                   feat as in achievement?

Sweet to touch and soft to feel;         i don't know sweet as a feeling really unless it's slang
One has never felt so real
But suddenly they sway away,
A river's peace I still remain.              because you're already snared?

Until the surface, struck by rock,               what could the rock be? seems pointless
Sends ripples down upon my heart
Will these vines let loose of me,             so what vines are holding you if it's not hair?
And leave my soul to wander free.          soul wants to wander, it's at peace, i don't know

this is a very dreamy poem, too disjointed and abstract for me to grasp what you're saying.  Figure out what's important about the piece, and try to lead into it, maybe not quite so many symbols