Me and Myself

Sitting alone by the sea one day,

I saw a figure not far away.

“Hello”, I said in a friendly tone,

And then I saw it was me, or was it my clone.

To see myself, I was surprised as could be,

I thought she looked younger, this other me.

She dived in the water and swam like a fish,

Oh to swim like that, was always my wish.

Strangely I felt as though I was there,

Deep in the water, swimming without a care.

Her eyes were twinkling; she gave me a smile,

I followed her gaze, but may be the gaze was mine.

We collected shells and pebbles gleaming on the sand,

Her palm was so smooth, or was it my hand.

Then a trick of dusk at the end of the day,

She seemed close as a breath or did she walk away.

I stood quite still, her whispers in my head,

Her voice rang softly or was it something I had said.

There is magic in every moment, in every way,

That’s what she said to me, and I said to myself that day.