A lone human hair stretches across the chilled expanse of
linoleum
Forensics could identify the source follicle
Still despite self-endowed sophistication
They might well miss the story
Could they see the endless expanse of a starlit sky?
Heavenly constellations reflected and mirrored
Upon the shimmering lake surface
Conjuring a momentary wonder - which then is the source?
What could been seen of timeless walks upon the beach
A hand held in kind – volumes, expressed in varied grip
Heartbeats and respirations echoed
Upon the wind song
& surf kissing the shoreline
Could they know of an embrace so profound?
A portal to the divine presented
Hearts coaxed to open
Through love’s healing waves – torrents of tears & soul
cleansing laughter
A single solitary strand of hair
Held within, multi-faceted collections of truth
Requisite willingness of storyteller & listener
Might then yield mystery revealed or perhaps just lax housekeeping.
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