as The Muse, whispers








to sit with You,

in a Corner of The Galaxy,

as We talk,  of All The Days Gone By,

of All Things Dear and nEver Forgotten,  for They

*        are The Pearls,  that grace The Breast,  of Some Time When,­       *

and caress The Thread of The Heart of Shall Be,  Again,

to walk with You,  along The Shores of Heaven,  as

We watch The Glory of Sunrise,  as We choose

The Colors of Sunset,  and paint The Rings

of Friendship around The Stars,  flying

      through The Windows of Our Eyes . . .

*                                                                       *




from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Seventh DoveTale – The Breath of Angels




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