While Amber, Waves
( of Reign )
there by The River,
and beyond by The Fen,
with The Light, of The Sun,
forging Their Hearts as One, to
gather, among The Follies, of Men . . .
upon those They so cast, a weary Eye,
that told, of Each Mile, They had been,
for They alone, knew, of Eden’s View,
The Secrets, would keep ‘til Then . . .
for They, had seen It All,
Time, could naught remember When,
and So, Come What May, made a
Promise to Day, This, shall
nEver happen Here,
Again . . .
Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams