You

Like a tree waiting for Spring,
I long for you.

Like the world greeting the dawn;
Like a cloud gathering rain,
I long for you.

Like a ship willing the tide;
Like a kite reaching for wind;
Like a song calling for words,
I long for you.

Like a heart waiting to break;
Like a cat waiting to pounce;
Like her prey sensing its fate,
I long for you.

Like a canvas without paint;
Like a flame seeking tinder,
I long for you.

Like a needle without thread,
I long for you.

Just you.
Now.

© 2010 Matthew Rhodes