The sea and me

While looking at you,
i find my own reflection.
But i know you are not still,
moon always makes you to move.

You are mine.
But my arms are not wide,
wider enough to behold you.

Your shore is where i lay,
to let all my misery free.
I wish to flow within you,
miles and miles and far away.

Deep and dark that’s all you are.
But my arms are not my fins,
to swim around your cold,icy heart.