Charges of Geresy

I look at the sky and see you,
staring back at me.
Watery eyes and wavering mouth,
Everywhere and nowhere.
Why aren’t you who I wanted you to be?

A lazy wind makes your image dance in the fickle waters,
and I wrench my head up to the clouds,
hoping to glimpse reality.
Yet still I see the reflection,
Rosy hues rippling in the celestial ocean,
Glimmers of a time that was,
A different place,
Unreachable outside the realm of dreams.

If I could but master the waves of time,
and sail to that place I see,
wouldn’t that be something?
Perhaps the tides will soon turn,
The earth will double back upon itself?

Until then I will stand and gaze
up at that oil painting.

Pretending it is the one I once knew.