He thought the black and white /
flashes on the inside/
of his eyelids/
were shadows/
of purple martins in flight./
Instead, they were/
the sunshine’s reflections,/
like diamonds dancing,/
off of the lake’s soft wavelets.
And, for some odd,
unknown reason,/
he dreamed of the way/
those same warm sunbeams/
reflect and shimmer/
off the gentle waves
of her hair.
YouTube Video http://youtu.be/PbQVBE1ueKc showing diamonds in the water, hearing purple martins singing
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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