Skimming Stones

Looking down I can see so many different possibilities wondering which I shall pick and with it then what I shall see smooth pink stone with pits of white will it fit in my fingers just right that I might flick it with the crack like a whip to get the perfect gyroscopic spin has it mass that it might fly many times as it skims kissing upon the water where ripples will spread in growing rings or perhaps a kidney shape bisected by a streak of white bigger that more power might have that longer then might be its flight wonder I at a stone oblong black and white and quite small perhaps it's basalt mixed with lime would it then keep its spin here a stone with finger notch of dark gray with salmon swirls somehow draws and holds my eye I want it not into the water to fling so many lie here from which to choose gold and salmon grays black and white smooth and round or angles tight I wonder which to give flight as I lay in dark of night waking from the fading dream with bleary eyes upon the clock to gaze to see the minutes slip away slip do I from fading dreams into the night awakening with hours long before the dawn seeking sleep that alludes me 'tis there meaning that I should deeper thoughts into which to plunge hidden meanings for me to find or just confusion of fading dreams