Spiritual

Light makes its subtle intrance for a moment lost to the shuffle of feet. 
What the eyes start to see betrays the color of a dream and the whole becomes lost. 
By the enclosure of the concrete and the obliteration of more, mundane substance makes its subtle entrance. 
A substance such as light, apparent only when it flickers, woe is me, as to water when it reflects its form, 
Draws it thusly from a mind that is neither turbulent nor at rest, at the surface, as the depths hold little for reflection. 
When it rains, the pond fills layer by layer, each drop like a pebble to the pond, and the moment lost, betrays the color of your rainbow...

Substance