Golden tresses

Here 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 and listen to the trout,
see rippling circles in the water
swans and kingfisher, breakfast,
dredging mud and chasing fish.
My love is still, golden tresses
smother me 'lows me to rest
to take them in my hands
find them soft, plaited, green,
held and drawing close,
jealous lest the goldfinch
with more grace to seduce
steals from me as is his right.
I can only borrow, this not mine.
We did not speak, yet understood;
I am of another world, free,
free to wander and to leave,
leave behind this dream,
a dream of Eden, promises fulfilled
as to the road I must return
to leave, leave behind
golden tresses plaited green.