Spaces between us

I try with all my might

To roll my tides as high as I can,

Every second of everyday

I tirelessly spring for the sky, 

My tides pleading with the heavens

To finally hear my cry.

We are both stained in blue,

Kindred souls of the same hue.

Am I your reflection?

Or are you mine?

Either way you don't seem to hear me,

Your head held high in the skies.

We may be of the same shades

But you are high and I am deep,

In our likeness we are converse,

For we only meet at the horizon.

Divided as we are...

by the spaces between us.

              

                                                                                                                     -Vama