written for me by Leimomi Lane

Mar 19, 2008 - 17:45 PM PST

Reflections
The water swirls. Lines flow in every direction.
A young face faintly appears on the water's surface.
Her hair light in color. A solemn smile, a slender figure.
She listens softly to the calling of nature.
Existence is still but lively here.
The leaves are golden. The ground is wet.
The horizon is bright orange and it looks endless.
She tosses an old bottle with a message sealed inside.
She whispers, "Someday it will come back to me".
So I wait.

Leimomi Lane