Golden Strands

Golden threads,
Deep crosscut treads,
Stuck in the mud,
Tears streaming in a flood,
Gold floating in the air,
Thin dark golden strands of hair,
And deep crosscut treads across a heart,
Lied to from the very start,
Eyes to match yours,
Opening and closing doors,
Hair thick and dark,
One look at you ignites a spark,
Just you standing there,
Fingers wrapped in dark golden hair,
Memories,
Like children’s fairies,
Floating away,
Lost in a long lost day,
I told you I was no slave,
And over those memories I repave,
Your fingers wrapped in my dark golden hair,
And all you do is stand there and stare,
And the treads are from your boots,
And my finger on the trigger, the gun shoots,
All alone and lost,
Too much seems the cost,
I am heartless,
And yet I love you regardless,
Hold tight to those strands of dark gold,
It’s you I long to hold,
Eyes the color of arctic ice,
Matching the color of my eyes,
Don’t let go of my hair,
Don’t leave me falling through thin icy air,
Pick me up where you left me,
I will always yours be,
So hang tight to those dark gold strands,
Don’t let the silk slip through your hands. . . .