What can be gleamed,
From a single strand of hair?
From its tip,
An umbilical cut neatly from stories of the past,
Leads the eye slowly
To a root
Imbedded in the mind of wondrous possibility.
Follow its line
The river of desire as it flows downward.
Like a waterfall of passion
That flows down the curves of her back
Toward some place of remarkable destiny.
A man’s mind can wonder in that vision,
His heart betrothed to the one who calls his name.
Seek that thread,
Like your heart’s string pulling you in its effervescence
The pools of truth washing you clean of distant thought.
A man will know what he must do,
Even if the mind sets to other directions,
He can always return to the thread of his fantasy.
What can be gleamed,
From a single strand of hair?
Attached to love’s great promise everything can be known,
Everything can be seen if one just opens his eyes
He can know love if he just opens his heart
She can know the warmth if she just opens her mind
Before she tosses her head back, and gone is the single strand of hair.
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