Hopefully soon,

Soon,

Fate will let her hair down,
falling like
a golden fleece,
to wrap us in the warmth
of unobtainable dreams.

Soon,

Fate will let her hair down,
falling like
a gentle snow,
to help shed new light
on the dead and dying.

Hopefully soon,

Fate will let her hair down,
and with a grin,
let something good shake loose
from behind her ears.