When I am ready you'll materialize
I'll shape and figure you in taste.
I will abide no contemplation,
Nor concrete musing put to waste.

For I will chisel you and frame you
With clay of my translucent reason.
When I am everlasting spring,
You'll be the everchanging seasons.

When I am chaste and undefiled
You will lead me on a path,
Both uncharted and so wild,
You will steady my torn breath.

You will guide me through the aisles,
That are stretched through many miles.
I'll embrace the scarlet curtain,
And forgive the darkening mist.

My horizon shall be certain
You'll cradle daybreak in your fist.