Quirky Veils

Morning mists       part slowly        
Do I see the formless one walking hither
     Inhabit My dreams,
creature of My imagination      
Come, take form ~       I await thee      

Is that trepidation      
or could it be Joy        

Birds call, in a veldt
of My mind.        
dank and dark it was till
you came as a glimmer,          
Hope perchance ~ Faith in Me        
Takes us where we have never been        

when the heavens revolve        
and the dance Begins      
Then too I shall say      
Be mine evermore