Sacred strands of breath
That wind and weave
Their golden thread into The tapestry
Unheard by any but the source
Tendrils wrapping, tangling
Sweeping past soft cheeks and across
Tender shoulders
Caught in the breath
Of unspoken words
Crescendo, crashing
Waves surging rising to meet
The sky, then slipping backwards
To join the whole
My eyes without seeing
Find their mark and intrude where
Others cannot
My heart silently
Listens and waits for an echo
The soul without hands to touch
Without eyes to see
Without ears to hear
Seeks with it’s own senses
Answers to questions unasked
Unrevealed.
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