You

I want to see me through you. So wrap my violent seas with blues of your skies. And let me see me in you. You are far, far away. And the distance is the reason to meet. Like sea and sky at endless horizons.

I can only see through you; the murky waves of my stormy seas; the lurking hills of my distant sights; the branching corals of black and pink; and untold sighs of my floating self.

How can I see myself through you? You are calm and me in vain; you are endless and me limits; you are deep and me too shallow; but most of all you are far too far for me.

How I long to see myself, reflecting through your empty self. Though never is you and always too. If then were you, so is now. And when comes forever see me through you.