The Awaited Arrival

I'm waiting on her design to enchant me,
Her ink to soak beneath my impatience.
The words will jump out and sing to me.
I've yet to embrace beyond the static patterns, though.
Here to there is my dwelling.
From the wishful thinking to the worst intentions.
A cloud with any other lining would look just as magnificent.
The fissure on the altered tree is where continuity comes to an end,
And the beginning of a new chain is formed

P.S. Please hurry, the blue suns hunger