Anticipation

Anticipation Like a cold night's yearning for sun's warmth, I await her. Like a dry sand beach welcomes the tide, I await her Like a breathless groom at the altar, I await her. Like desert sands bide the coming of rain, I await her. Like an eaglet yearns to fledge, I await her. Like a bee hovering over a blooming flower, I await her. Like the mother in birth needs hear that cry, I await her. Like a poet prays for inspiration, I await her. Like he who no longer knows who she is, I await her.