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




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