Lights dancing in the distance,
String instruments float across the hills,
As I sit quietly awaiting your company.

I wait in vain,
Simply because I did not send an invitation to you,
Yet, I sit here looking in your direction.

Colours whisk through the air,
Music reverberates through my heart,
I hum a tune patiently waiting for you.

What am I doing?
I expect you to know what I want,
When I don’t.
Clearly, this is not right.

Still my heart races,
Joy fills me,
Taping my feet expecting your arrival.

I hope to see a shape solidify in the distance,
And you start to materialize,
Adding words to the instrumental that is my life,
Obviously, how is this to happen?
If that invitation is not first sent,
From me to you.