By Leanne Towle   (towle@ncia.net)
Date: 8 June 1997

Shadow Hunting

Its dark. 
I am finding myself quietly shadow hunting;
Walking through my thoughts. 
All is softly lit by Christmas lights
Like candles only better.
Hundreds of Christmas lights and only blackness in between.
And then you come. 
You take my hand and not a word you give, 
You move me around you, near you and through you
And you never leave my eyes, and you never drop my hand.
And I'll never close my eyes as long as they gaze on you. 
And shadow hunting has brought me to this
And to you, and to love.
Finally for once, I am unafraid to cry, 
and unfettered by guilt and secrets.
Prince Charming has danced with me in a ring of Christmas lights
And I offer him my foot 
(heart)
on which to place the glass slipper. 
I am found again, but this time, I do not find myself.
And I am not left alone.