( Bridge, of Sighs )
as Rain, caressed The Window,
She could see, both Far, and Wide,
She settled back beside Her Dream,
as They began to enjoy The Ride . . .
giving Her Thoughts to The Season,
watching Her Memories, sail On Past,
She knew She had found The Reason,
so, She was going Home, at Last . . .
She closed Her Eyes, knowing The Rhythm,
would carry Her Spirit so High,
when She began to feel,
His cold-blue Steel,
lift Her Soul, into, The Sky . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Third DoveTale – The Circle of Heaven