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Golden tresses

Beside the shrouded lake
golden tresses about my neck
arms, swan-like deep embrace
safe within the veil I breath.
Mystic scents dream on mossy
pillows listening to the trout.
Rippling circles swans and kingfisher,
dredging mud and chasing fish.
My love is still,  
golden tresses in my hands
soft,hold, draw close,
jealous lest goldfinches
with more grace to seduce
steal from me as of right,
this not mine,this to share.
We did not speak, yet understand
another world . . . . . free,
wandering . . . leaving,
left behind dreams of Eden,  
unfulfilled . . . . . .
 
To the road returned.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 1st Jul 2018
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