Semi-sweet dances of the ethereal
mixed with the magic of ministry
and the silhouette of a dream
once seen, once found.
I walked along the foggy boardwalk
of my imagination,
danced with the past in expectation
of a future together.
We lived that night, that morning
in ways we wanted to forever,
meanings and messages around us,
living, breathing, pulsing within.
The careful obstructions remind us
why we came here in the first place,
who we arrived with and why,
and when we're scheduled to leave.
The mist is clearing, messages too,
and clarity appears like a rainbow,
a concrete sentence of truth
in a sky often filled with clouds.
The dance never ends,
nor the walk through the fog,
but together we know,
the illusion is just.