Title: Dear God

Dear God,

I never truly believed until I looked into his eyes.

There were remnants, Of a greater good.

The soft majesty of a budding lilac unfolding,

Greeting the world for the first time,

The spirited, jovial strength with which the waterfall pulses,

The word "Reichenbach" as jagged on the tongue as it is on the fate of every careless daredevil,

Swept away by the temptation of something faster.

There were remnants,

Of an ageless beauty,

Sublimity to surpass supernovas,

Elegance to enchant for eons,

But, Lord, I swear that waterfall,

For all its power,

That glistening bud,

For all its gentleness.

That orange-dyed sea at sunset,

For all the awe it evokes,

None of it compared to the magnificence that were his eyes.

Dear God,

I suppose I need to stop spinning in circles.

But there is such a fine, fine line between creativity and insanity,

And I can't help but teeter a bit as I coast across that tightrope.

If I strain my imagination,

If I close my eyes and see through my mind rather than my irises,

I can picture a world where giving up can be beautiful.

Where the bubbling flow of a misty brook,

Can have all the power of those raging Falls.

Where the wilting of leaves in Winter,

Can be seen as a romantic shifting of tides,

Rather than death by glittering snowflake.

Where his gaze isn't the only thing that can shatter my heart,

But the pure, unfaltering consistency,

That are the noble cycles of our Earth.

Dear God,

I find it harder to admit to myself every day,

That my mind is yet maturing in every way,

Just as the sail of a ship stranded on yonder sea,

Fills with air so peaceably.

And I find it pathetic how I disguise as a prayer,

What is better suited as diary blare,

When I've no doubt that these words, in flashes,

Will be fated among the smoldering ashes,

Of the hearth at which I keep,

Tell me: Am I destined to repeat?