Shafts of light caress the silver hinges
in my doorway, weaving shiny webs
around its oak  encrusted entrance.
Open razzle-dazzle in full spectrum
to a morning that has overslept.
As rainbows flash across my sun-starved eyes,
it dawns on me those neap tide nacres 
that I crave, the orange-red cloud eternally
adrift, azimuthal coin beyond imagining,
we’re mere vapour trail mirage.
Instead a spring cascade of deep blue
sea amethysts loiter round my hearth,
with  hazel brown inner eye an opal laden key.                  

to  moulded window frame awaiting prompt,                      

enchantment from a  dawn vision pathway