A Bridge, A Cross, Eternity
( before The Beginning )
Far Ago and Long Away, in The Time before Was, in The Land of Because, a Tale of two Lovers began . . .
on The Eve of Nocturna, now known as The Wedding of Hope and FullFillMeant . . .
as seen, through The Eyes of a Butterfly, called Avalon . . .
as told, by an Iron Horse, named Sky . . .
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from the very first Moment, living inside what could only be called EveryWhere, was God . . .
and within God, were borne The Essences, and The Attributes, of a Man, and a Woman . . .
and the Man and the Woman, eternally bound as One, were called Ever, and Always . . .
and this blessed Union, of these two Hearts and these two Souls, became Love . . .
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and, One Day, while walking The Breadth, and The Depth, of Their Dominion, Ever turns His Eyes to Always, and says, I will walk All The Days of Infinity, to find One Rose, as lovely, as Your Smile . . . and so, He did, and from that Moment on, until every Moment since, noOne has known, where Ever, was . . .
as Always waited, at The Center of EveryThing She holds Dear, Ever wandered across The Millennia, following The Light from a Distant Star, searching The Heavens for The Meaning of Life, and finding only The Folly of Men, whereEver He went . . .
and along The Way, He was met by Travelers, solitary Messengers from both Far and Wide, who told Him of a Rose, that dwelled in a place called Avalon, a pale blue Gem in the dark velvet Sky above Him, and as He gazed toward It, He slowly turned to face The Day, and said, The Light of The Millennia, cast from a Distant Fire, roam It will for Ever, The Path of My Desire . . .
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for as long as He could remember, His Journey had taken Him far across The Cosmos, far beyond The IcanSea, far beyond The Reach, and well past The Broken Sound, Ever spiraling Outward, deeper, and deeper, into The Worlds of Time, and Tide . . . and deeper still, into an Oblivion that held no Memory, of who Ever, ever was . . .
as He approached the blue Jewel, Avalon, nestled in the nocturnal velvet Sky, at last, having known the long dark Kiss of Night, for what felt like Eternity, while pondering a Place He could not quite remember, and a Face, He cannot seem to forget, He moved forward into The Arms of Destiny, waiting, upon these Shores of Longing, and finally comes to rest, upon The Rail, of Sighs . . .
and all at once, as He felt a great Hush, moving slowly across The Universe, as The Air around Him vibrated softly, as if the Sky were soon to crack from The Weight of Certainty, He knew that the Rose He has walked all Creation to find was here, and just when The Dawn gives up Her Promise to The Day, He saw, high up on a Hill, now etched in His Heart for Ever, a Man, nailed, to a Cross, and the Man on The Cross, was The Rose of Avalon . . . and The Rose of Avalon, was His Son . . .
and Now, beyond all Realms of Chance, and CircumStance, the Story about to unfold, before Your very Eyes, to be held for Ever in Your Heart as a terrible Beauty, One, whose beginning arose, as One has come to an end, yet whose Story remained veiled in The Passages of Time, for two thousand years, rising Ever so slowly to The Surface, appearing as Phantoms, as Butterflies, dancing across The Ages and Pages of wellworn Tomes and Tales, given forth to mark The Affairs, and Follies of Men, as They searched, high and low, for The Meaning of Life, as They searched The Heavens for The Truth, when Their Truth had been lain asunder, by Their very own Sword, of blind Desire . . .
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and so, the long dark Kiss of Night had followed Him, and It poured, slowly down over The Kingdom of Avalon, down over The Fields and Forests of what might have been, to The Mountains, and The Majesty, and The Music of Men . . .
and, as They laid His Body behind that Mighty Stone, Ever knew, as He stood beneath The Heavens, alone, that He had come so far, to find All He had missed, and all They, are Those, that a Rose once kissed . . .
and this one Rose, though only Here for awhile, left His Mark for Eternity, and for All, a Smile, and for this one Smile He had searched The Stars to be near, was found upon The Face, of All things Dear . . .
so He fell to His Knees and began to pray, that He might return to Always one Day, and as that Rose, ascended, upon Angels’ Wings, He smiled and He remembered, of a Voyage, of Kings . . .
and of this Story laid before you now, are All that remains, of The Glory, and how, a Man, once called Ever, who Fate dared to roam, put His Words on these Pages, in a long letter Home . . .
and, as He remembered who He was, and where He had been, He lit a Candle, to tell the World, yes, He would find, Love, Again . . .
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and He wrote, and He wrote, for the next two thousand years, through Our Agony and Our Ecstasy, and The Sum of Our Fears, and He wrote of each Moment of each Day of Our Past, through each Chapter and each Verse, as though They might be His Last . . .
so every Dream and every Wish that Ever had heard since Then, could One Day fly away, beyond these Follies of Men, and All that remains of His Candle, so bright, are these very Pages, from The Ages, of a Kingdom, of Light . . .
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and so It began, and yes, so It was, under a Sky to remember, and in The Heart, of Because . . .
They came from Hither, and They came from Yon, and They came from no Reason, so to witness, The Dawn . . .
and All Eyes were there upon Him, and every Soul, had come so far to see, what Tomorrow knew, and kept from View, All that Yesterday, had Ever promised, to be . . .
while ‘Lo and Behold, Their Tale, to unfold, gazed down upon this weary World of Men, a Whisper was heard, and this Whisper, was The Word, and there began the greatest Story, that Ever, told . . .
The Very First Echo
Once cast, from a Distant Fire
( Symphonies, of Moments )
an Angel, stands, with The Grace of Swans, and moves to The Edge of A Sea of Glass, and the quietest Hush moves as liquid, across All that Her Eyes survey, for even The Myriad of Heaven’s Prayers have waited for an Eternity to be answered, and held, in The Light, of All that shall come of This . . .
and She begins to tell a Story, soft and slow, and in a Voice barely above a Whisper, yet capturing The Moment as only Thunder ever could, and every Hope Ever dreamed suddenly came alive at the very Words, that began . . . from This Dei, there shall come a Sound . . .
and On and On She spoke, of All Things Dear, pouring Forth over the vast Dominions of Remember, and well beyond the infinite Reach of Forget, out upon the immense Mirror of All that Was, and reflected into the very Heart of Always, flowed the very Echo, of All that would One Dei, come to Pass . . .
and this Echo so began Its long Journey far across the Millennia, as Ever It chased the Speed of Light, in search of a Place far Away in a Time, where a Candle had once asked, of a Reason Why, from a small, pale blue Gem, in a dark velvet Sky . . .
and when at Last, She finished Her Story, for It went On and On, for Deis, and All Those who had come to hear Her, so went upon Their Ways, yet They All knew She would come Again, and harbored no such fear, for as sure as The Son moves across The Sky, She would return, the very next Year . . .
for Her Name, is Aquarius, and Her Number, is January . . .
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as The Echo glides through The Universe, It gathers strength from every Prayer along The Way, for the Cloak of Darkness will no longer keep It hidden from The Heart of All Things Dear, nor hinder It from fulfilling The Promise of The Return of The Light, of Love, Again . . .
and as The Hush of Silence, guides Its Path through The Heavens, and The Memory of The Journey begins to unfold, one by one, the Legions of Stars assemble in Its Wake, to cast Their blessing, upon the upturned Faces, of each, and every Child, of God . . .
from The Voyage of Kings – Book I, II, III, and A StoryTeller’s Dream
