Golden Hair

I remember your hair
Morning sunlight strikes gold
On the pillow do I dare
Touch your golden hair

If my wishes came true
I would be the sun too
Rise across you sleeping there
Touch your golden hair
The sun can kiss you there

If I cannot be sun
I would be the rainstorm
Swollen fingers touch your tongue
Wash your golden hair

If the sky should run dry
How else would you know me
I’m the one who chased the sun
Back to where you sleep
The sun let you kiss me
I remember your hair