Signs interlaced though delicately placed,
paved unconcious roads of confusion.
Ajar braved a door, but whom was it for?
Presumably just an illusion.
As time meandered, portrayal of heart
steered one to explicit perception.
Retracing these steps completely heartswept,
stared at me dust-filtered reflection.
Perchance but a dream, a chromatic scheme
abundant with earnest intention.
With hesitant heart an awakening start,
I opened my soul to assention.
Acquiring your hand, faith in His perfect plan,
I step into your prismatic vision.
Subtle blessing is mine, hoping I'll never find,
our enchantment to suffer recission.