September 1, 2007
By Lydia Hunt, Estacada, OR

Diving head-first into a pool of sunshine Searching for a love that's not mine Walking on clouds, looking for signs Treading on all the borderlines Looking through a mirror I can see right through Knowing the truth, but not what to do All the images flash through my mind Staring blankly like a child left behind Somehow at a loss for words Fluttering lightly like the hearts of many birds Wiping all the dirt and shadows away Yet somehow most of the shadows still stay Figures dancing around my head All I want is for my love to spread When I fall apart it proves The way the world tilts and moves I go to grasp it but it slips right through my fingers And as I fall, the wish that you were falling with me still lingers

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