Reflections (for Marty)

Having spent Christmas with my "rock hound/UFOlogist" brother in law and his family...

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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 never shown.

An object in the lake,
in helpless double take,
escapes from unidentified to known;

the visitors from space,
in alabaster lace,
are beams the moon has spilled for you alone.