A Glimpse

She cuts through the threads of time with golden shears
reaching past the insignificant
the dull and monotonous
to pluck out her favorite moments.

Around her, you see she's framed them.
Each hung upon her wall
with care to preserve the memories.

All are glimmering or thrumming with darkness
according to their subject matter.
Each with its own significance.
And when it's an immortal judging a moment's worth
you know it must carry weight to deserve such preservation.

On the wall you find quite a variety of scenes.
Some that you expect to see
such as the creations of worlds
and a couple destructions thereof.
But there are others too.
Smaller, focused clips
of fingers intertwined,
smiles and laughter,
single blooms from dry soil,
a furry paw upon a cheek.

If you could ask her about them,
she'd tell you story upon story
as there are countless frames upon her walls.
But this is only a glimpse.
You can only marvel
from your own frame,
and wonder at your significance
in the mind of this all-powerful being.