To the unknown

I sit here alone to watch the sunset
But for a company I long
For someone who is yet to come
To whom I will belong
But when the sun sinks, I wonder
Who could you be, for whom I wait?
Flowers may no longer inspire me
Nor may the stars above
Like in them lies no beauty
You who will reign over my thoughts
And the dreams of my nights
Would you trigger the ink flow in my pen?
Would you be my muse?
On whose sight I would smile,
Someday when my body betrays me
When I grow old and weak
Can I still hold your hand?