(Submitted by the author)
no two alike,
fall to an open hand,
but before the eye can focus on the shapes of them -
a moment of grace,
unpredictable and evanescent.
left to traverse the essence of being
that yearns for hands that can hold
and time that is stopped by new eyes,
which in one breath will lose their light.
Leaving one searching, though preoccupied,
The heart beats,
The body breathes,
The soul waits,
Looking down dark alleys,