Breathlessly awaiting your return
Expecting you to boldly make a move,
And saddened when my expectation's crushed
Because it casts a light of doubt on love.
Inspire me--I cannot step out first
Without the simple trust that you'll come too.
Sweep me away with rolling tides of joy
And prove to me again how you are true.
The last time we were here was long ago;
I've put my muse and passion on the shelf.
Violently take hold of all my words,
And show me how you move to write yourself.
Once more I pour my unashamed soul out
And put my trust in you to make it shout.
postscript
A sonnet to begin NaPoWriMo this year. A call upon muse, on poetry, to come and help me with this endeavor.