.
.
reflections,
of sunlight
on the water,
a sudden storm,
the vivid rainbow
the wind's whippin water
droplets
colourin' in
that space
between the eyes and sun.
the expanse
of sky
stretches
blue and beyond.
.
.
Identities
are born,
nurtured
then disappear,
enveloped
within natures' rhythms
as
waves
r
i
d
e
o
n
.
.
.
.
Mark Stone