Heaven’s Brightest Moment
( of All )
soft, and slow,
amidst a ConstanSea of Purpose,
evolving, unfolding, as does The ButterFly,
gracefully emerging from The Mists of WoeBeGone,
to Watch, and
to Witness,
This Night,
fade Away
into Never,
and regard
This Dawn
of Man, on
His first Flight
beyond The Realms
of Folly, and soaring Well,
and Deep, into His Change, of Heart . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice
