by a Magnitude, of One

 

 

Thy Corona

  

  

and Somehow,  in The Softening,  of This Ancient Mist,

If there was truly an Essence,  that draws Us closer,

We will gather Our Senses,  and Our Memories kissed,

 wrapping Her Whisper ’round Our glistening Hearts,

and offer up Our Questions,  and Our Sorrows,  unTold,

inviting Us,  One by One,  toward this rising Tide of

to be honored,  unconditionally,  in This Ring,  of Gold,

Her Serenity,  then We deserve,  The Envy of Most,

and until Our Prayers,  become The Province of When,

     as We dance Our Way,  from The Veil of Her Ghost . . .

     Our Shadows will stand,  in The Light,  of Love,  Again . . .

 

 

 

 from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Shield of Courage

 

 

 

 

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