Longings of the soul...

Moments of happiness are great, they refresh the soul and to be part of them albeit as a silent bystander is wonderful. But when moments like this, that are linked directly to you have taken a long leave of absence and you watch another moment pass as a witness and no matter how hard you but the voice from within just screams, when will it be my moment?

 The wait has been too long, the desperation is at some of it highest moments, the soul, dry and parched, that voice from within screams again, when will it be my moment? I am not thankless, I am just restless... So again I ask... when!