Reflections

        Reflections (for Marty)

In darkened desert peaks imagination seeks to find the ancient faces in the stone … and “want to see it” eyes search water-mirrored skies, in wonder, for reflections rarely shown. An object in the lake, on, helpless, double take, escapes from unidentified to known ... the visitors from space, in alabaster lace, are beams the moon has sent for you alone. ~ Dean Neighbors ~