A slight tilt of what was once--sliding past, opening new doors.
Turning on its side and righting again in a new unknown direction.
A dream of hallways,
peacock blue followed by rows of doors.
Choice. Choose one. Open up to sunlight, speckled by raindrops.
Standing and listening-- with you.
This path continuing to lay down,
anew with each step made confidently, together.
You. Of whom I rarely tell here.
For good reason, but greatly deserving me to proclaim.
My love. Forever. Step.