You're golden,
The sun is your smile—
And I, a fool, stare until I'm blind.

You're glowing,
The Gods blessed your altar—
And I pray amongst flowers for your light.

Your hand is empty,
Mine barren; like Californian earth—
You're too far to reach, but my hand is outstretched.

(I'm not who you're looking for.)

You don't need to know my name,
But I,
Am half convinced I've made you up.

In my head,
Have I built you up?
Or am I just unsatisfied?

You don't need to say hello,
But I notice the way you
Murmur your words as you feel
All eyes through a camera lens.

I'm enamored by you.

And yet, we've never met.