The sea is colourless

The sea is colourless

Until it meets my eye

A mirror

Flat featureless

Reflecting the sky

What secrets would be revealed

If I were to gaze into

Its depths

Perhaps the person

I am

Or a facsimile

Of who I pretend to be

At rest upon the shore

Cross legged

Barely breathing

Slowly disappearing

Into familiarity

A silent vigil

A long wait

For the tide to turn

Does every question

Have an answer

As finely crafted

As a grain of sand

How will I know

What is meant to be

When still a stranger

To the imposition

Of this unimagined

Imperfect reality

When will it become clear

If I am ever here

Or really there

Is truth ever known

Unless reflected

Through the eyes

Of another

Someone who will dare

To care enough

To sit on an empty beach

By my side

Watching as the tide

Slowly

Turns into a rainbow.