at The Edge, of Oblivion

 

 

Behold The Brightest Star

 

 

­

*

’Lo,

 inside The Sky,  a

Delta,  from an Artist brushed, 

a Fleet of Diamonds,  flying in Silence,  as

*           the Last,  of Winter’s whispered Breath,  is hushed . . .     ­*

then,  under The Light,  of Her Vernal Moon,

as Heaven,  and Earth,  held Their Breath,

a chevroned Wing,  of The Fires of Ice,

     so poised,  at Evil’s Eye,  was Death . . .

*                                                                *

­                                                        ­

 

 

(  and may The Horse,  be with U  )

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life

 

 

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