from the Crucible of Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ivy, and The Dove

 

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as Time’s wake

draws It’s shadow across

The Corridors of Her Heart,
o              o
She looks to The Universe,
V
upon Her Celestial Sea,

a Nocturnal Velvet

of Her Dominion,

toward The Shores of

Avalon, toward Her Sunrise,

      a shimmering, and distant, Cyan Sky . . .

She remembers, Echoes of Days, and Nights,

Long Ago, when Her Fireflies laughed at The Moon,

as They walked as One, along The Path to KnowWhere,

quietly regarding Their Reflection in Pools of Innocence,

Windows of Each Other’s Eyes, in Their Secret Eden,

under The Gaze of a Mockingbird, Their Sentry,

before whom All shall pass, She remembers,

when They danced, across The Heavens,

when They sailed across The Sea of Glass,

when They made Love in The Fires of Creation,

when Their Whispers in The Morning ignited The Suns

of Skies Beyond, when, from Their Blessed Union was born
I I I                         I I I
The Light of The Millennia, Eons Ago, She remembers, and waits,

as Always, at The Point of Eternity, for The Return, of Her Love, Again,

yes, She remembers, a Time before Memory became The Well of Fallen Tears,

She remembers The Days before Infinity cried, The Days before The Music died,

She remembers, and lights a Candle, and smiles, longing for Ever Still,

yes, She remembers, and as Always,

      She will . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III – The Diamond – The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

for a very dear Friend,  of mine . . .

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in a long letter home . . .

 

 

and He wrote and He wrote for the next two thousand years, through our agony and our ecstasy, and the sum of our fears, and He wrote of each moment of each day of our past, through each chapter and each verse, as though they might be our last . . .

so every dream and every wish that Ever had heard since then, could one day fly away beyond these follies of men, and all that remains of His candle so bright, are these very pages, from long-ago ages, of a Kingdom, of Light . . .

 

 

 

 from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream   The Prologue – Once Cast from a Distant Fire

 

 

 

 

The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

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a tiny Leap of Faith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      trust Me,  It’s there . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Passion of Innocence