Seeking

When I seek you and you are
Only cane and water grass,
Water lily, sunny weather
And a delta for my soul,

An archaic fish - my hand
Sliding in the milky waves,
It would like to overrun you
But it's losing in the flow.

When I seek you and you are
Only little river's core,
Missing color in the color
And a mirror in the mirror,

Like a very lovely master
Over waters, over land,
I command in sadly words:
May the river drinking you.

Now I want you but you are
Water grass, aquatic darer.