A Reflection

A Reflection
By Andrew Moravick

In water’s wetted restless reflection myself I see,
Yet you, the onshore onlooker be,
I, imperfect, broken by ripples and wind will appear,
While you watch with vision uncorrupt and clear.
Yet if of you we are and be you uncorrupt,
Why than we, images of you, so easy to disrupt?
Why water’s waves which wander from your whispered word,
Tear us and taint us, your image broken and blurred,
While we must wage war ‘gainst waves with which disruption come,
Obstacles obscuring your image, yet from you this obscurity is from?
Be it test or tempest to try our mortal soul,
To galvanize our parts to be unbreakable when made whole?
Why shade you the sun so we you can not see,
And unseeing of you blind to ourselves we be?
Why warm you the water which dries up the depths,
Beaching us, breaking us draining us of our breaths?
Shackled to you, my shore mounted master I’m a slave,
I would rise to rebel from bondage were I too brave.
Had I the power to you subdue what good would it do,
If my life and power is produced from you?
If I remove you from looking on your reflective sea,
Than I remove myself for you I am and you are me.
For as a reflection I prove to you your existence,
Just as your image gives me my life’s persistence.
If you did not exist than neither would I,
But if I did not exist would you also die?