You were my muse before I met You

You were my muse before I met You.

I prayed for Your visitation before I knew You.

Like a single eye watching from the setting sky,

The sun watches me - dost Thou watch me too?

Photographed sunsets nauseate me, make me seasick.

Give it to me real, give me reality, 

For I abhor the lesser beauty of reality when photographed.

I desire not the sign that points, but what it points to.

Memory of myself and not of Thee, nor for Thee.

O selfish motive of the self, dwindling in the light of the dying sun.

Words began to be more important to me, and I lost my grip on reality,

And perchance on charity as well -

Stuck at the top of this Ferris wheel of life,

I search nostalgically for the horizon which is now obstructed 

By the modern monoliths of brick and glass.

Here lies a poem written in blood and pain.

Mere jots and thoughts on life, to fill up the empty awkward silence.

Your voice and words would be more eloquent

Waves washed onto the beach in the sunset,

Washing away the sandcastles and the names written down.

All the hard sandcastling of the day,

Gone in a single wave in the evening.

Like the snowmen you, my friend, built last winter. Melting

Only true love remains, indestructible