When I was You

When I was you
visionary lemons were mourning
and holy water was flowing
through your pale gems,
through my rusty veins.

When I was you
whips’n pythons were dancing
around a lost sombrero
in my cartoon life,
in your musical comedy.

When I was you
Chinese eyes were traveling
through the solitude
of your childhood,
of my past.

When I was you
all the spires were wearing a tuxedo
for an ordinary Mass,
for an ordinary me,
for an ordinary you.

Remus Dan's questions:

Are the stanzas balanced enough?

Who do you think "you" is?