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the Song, and the Dance

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Convincing otherWise

(  to Reason  )

 

 

He looked out,  across a Sea of Faces,  One by One,  to find

Each holding a Passion,  a Purpose,  and a Promise,

and Each prepared to blame The Next,  for

      The Failures,  of The One,  before . . .

We want Understanding,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSpoken,

We want Forgiveness,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSeen,

We want Love,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unHeard,

because All They had forgotten to remember,  was that

Patience,  Tolerance,  Acceptance and Compassion

were NoWhere,  to be found,  among All that had

      Ever remained,  and Always,  to be left behind . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth

 

 

 

’til All Moments, fade

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The Origins,  of Kindness

 (  what Always,  said,  to Ever,  when Ever,  said,  GoodBye  )

  

 

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go,  My Darling,  and do what U must do,

and I will never,  think the Less of U,

and whereEver U may wander,

and whereEver U may fly,

take My Light to guide

U,  so that Wonder

      paints,  Your Sky . . .

and to savor This,

of Our Last Kiss,  as

each Morning gives Promise

to The Day,  remember Always,  that I

      love U,  and as Always,  My Love will light,  The Way . . .

 

 

 

 from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Veil of Rapture

 

 

 

like Cool Water

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whether for Love,  or Truth

 

 

 

 or The Wisdom that grows from Both,  it is Our Intimacy with

­OurSelves that defines the Essence of Our Character,  which,

after All,  is The Sum,  of All that We have to give,  to Our Path,

to Our Purpose,  and to Our Passion,  and if We dare to call

 OurSelves Writers,  We must find The Fortitude necessary

within Us,  to illuminate The World around Us,  through

 the endless Pursuit,  and Refinement,  of Our Craft,

yes,  Our Love of Writing,  is Love of Truth, 

and Love of Truth is ultimately,

      The Point . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Destiny of Kings

 

 

by The Light of an August Moon

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Her AbundanSea

 

 

 

The Angel of Happiness,  sails Her Vessel,

 across The Oceans of Promise,  over

endless Waters of Tomorrow,

in search,  of The Place,

where Wishes,  ride

Horses,  as Stars

never Fall,  and

Candles,  are lit,

For Ever,  and On,

The Place where Hope and

Pray,  dance with Fulfillment,  and

May Be sings to Come What Might,

yet,  Always,  and for Most,  You

can only see Her standing at

The Rail of Sighs,  as

You wait,  on

The Shores

of Longing,  for

You can only embrace

this elusive Angel,  while She colors

      The Corridors of Your Heart,  with The Air,  of Content . . .

 

 

from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTale – The Trials of Ecstasy