Beautiful Little Cells

One at a time they are born 

little cells made like

pieces of an organic puzzle.

I wish I could have been witness

to the first fragment of you

when your heart began to beat

In its glowing warm world

deep within the passion of

two souls in sincere harmony.

I can only imagine your tiny thoughts

when you moved in a thick plasma

food for the grand being you have become.

Yet I look into your eyes today

and I see in the shine of those orbs

the many sparks of your first energy.

Strands

Spying the digits perform their familiar dance

he may dream of a tease upon his soul.

They seem to fly in strange arabesques

creating illuminations on the page they graze.

She tells her story with every minute tremor

losing a moment in the brush of her hair.

An apparition in the afterglow of a flash

now present perhaps in another realm.

In contemplation at the mercy of her aura

while she continues to mark eternity, he remains.

flashed to crumbling memories

as reticent as they may be, they must so soon bid their farewells.