all the way from Memphis . . .

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perchance, to Dream

( at The Sight, of Resolute )

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Flamei

and when the last t was dotted,

and the very last i was crossed,

the where was what Ever had plotted,  but,

the why,  Always,  came at too high a cost,

and still the ibis had flown,  all across Heaven alone,

to watch our own Fields of Clover,  now sail on past,

and a great weight she had borne,  a crown of roses without a thorn,

      and oh yes to tell us,  the rape of Innocence,  was finally over,  at last . . .

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The Gem in The Reason Why

 

 

on This,  Your Voyage,  of Wings

 (  what Dreams may come  )

  

 

and One Dei,  within these Pages,

Men,  will Ever write,  of what They do,

Women,  will Always right,  of what They knew,

*  Men,  will Ever write,  of when Their ~conquered~ knelt,  *

*  while Women,  will Always right,  of just how it ~felt~,  *

*   Men,  will Ever write,  of All Their Empires built,   *

*  Women,  will Always right,  of the Blood that  *

*  They spilt,  and Men,  will Ever right,  of  *

Their All and Their Sums,  leaving  *

*  Women,  to Always write,   *

*  as Their very own  *

*  Kingdom,  *

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       comes . . .

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Third DoveTale – The Gates of Dawn