The sea is dressed in blue
To match the painted skies
To match my mum’s eyes
Now golden for the sun
The sea is grey
The sea is white
To compliment the clouds
That drift overhead
Forever out of reach
The sea is dark and deep
To match the one riding its surface
The sea is me and I am the sea
Mimicking the world around us
Reflecting the best and the worst
Taking the shape of whatever holds it
Wanting simply to be