Shores of grey

Perfect glass reflecting heaven,
As gently the water folds up the land.
Air. A prairie of blue grey.
A stone lying, smooth, in my palm.

Flung, like everything else,
Into the waters, the glass shards
Flying through the air
As my stone bounds, flies and falls,
Into the water.

Deep grey, chasing craggy clouds,
As the fells surge upwards from the waters
The stillness shattered.
In an act of defiance.
Against perfection.