In your shining golden auburn
Soft and dangling free,
I see reflected in each strand
The comfort  lavished  in me.
Freedom finally,
From worries put to rest
Mirrored among the millions
Of glistening golden threads.

Staring in,
I reminisce
Soaking up the songs
Of our vacationing hearts.
Intangible in beauty bright,
And rich in graceful charm.

But that surrogate we cherished,
Has vanished since our songs drowned out.
He is asleep inside that memory sweet,
Warmed up by a blanket of  dust.
That surrogate we both enjoyed,
Nourished our starving souls
Because we could not be alone.

In your shining golden auburn,
Through silence you still care.
Together, we wont sigh his absence,
But preserve our souls from dying vacant.