Impatience

As it seems.

These lines of impatience

I scribe for song.

I write for art.

I draw for nature.

Should they hurry themselves to my doorstep?

I would be overjoyed to feel their warmth. 

Let them find me.

With hurried footsteps and grateful smiles,

They'll open their arms as I will mine.

Overtaken with harmony,

I will smile in my sleep.

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

"Should they hurry themselves to my doorstep?" beautiful personification. I loved the imagery.