I looked out to sea, across the deep blue to the distant horizon,
If there was another me, they must be out of reach somewhere.
Rather than falling always too short, losing at the simplest games,
There may be a version, meeting no storm nor hurdle out there.
That reflected mirror, inverted and converted into something better,
A sharper mind and brighter smile, the one who illuminates the room.
The person to be, be with, or at least the person to be alongside,
Not hidden beneath, swept into the darkness by attention's broom.
Those who catch the waves, and those who are dashed on rocks,
Those who are slaves, and those who own the entire world.
Differences of moments, stepping off the curb or in the right place,
Collapsing under the weight, or black dresses and heirloom pearls.
We'll meet in the last night, recognizing each other's face as we pass,
You going toward the light, me heading further into the darkness.
For a moment a pause, to acknowledge the contrast of gains and misses,
And then each on our way, shaking our heads at blessings and curses.
