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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

Spectrum

Jessie Marguerite Quintero, Medi

Does passion defy indifference

And is love really only make-believe

Or does hope give light

And love give chances?

The love that’s made and the hearts we’ve hurt

Fire is for light

And only love like this can burn

But does God believe in pure, blue water?

Well you know this source of mine is all but pure

I’ve tried my hardest but when senses seem to dull and hearts begin to sing

You always left pieces of color for me to weep

In color and perspective

The brightest belonged to you in our spectrum

I’ve always wondered if God would wake me from my night

It was in you that I found more than the contrast between black and white

And gray lay between us

Like tomorrow may never end

Do dreams conquer with love

Or is this light in you the real assassin?

Well I know that God will exist regardless

And I know that you will go on without us

There is much to be said for being honest

Fire is untouchable

Love’s beauty a mirage

My destination calls our names together

But color has taken me oh so far…