from Eden’s Shore, comes a Tale of Yore

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Castles, of Iron

( on The Sands, of Time )

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yes,

here I stand,

My Sword,  in hand,

bathed in Her Armor of Grace,

the dragons,  slain,  darkness,  dead,

      and Her Light,  will Always shine,  in its place . . .
                              
yes,  gone the Night,  no evil in sight,

Sorrow’s Fate,  having lost the Race,

so walk with Me,  through the Gates

of Her Dawn,  and Our Eyes

      will behold Heaven’s Face . . .

so open Your Hearts,  and

sail away with Me,  across

My River of Tears,  for it is

where Ever reigns in peace,

      for all The Days of Our Years . . .

so come share My Dream,  as

though it may seem,  as We fly

upon this Angel’s Wings,  away,

to The Blessed,  beyond all the rest,

      as We journey,  toward this Voyage,  of Kings . . .

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out of The Mists, of Avalon

 

                O 

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Castles,  of Iron

 (  on The Sands,  of Time  )

 

 

      ~~~~­ *

           ~~­ *

­yes,

here I stand,

My Sword,  in Hand,

bathed in Her Armor of Grace,

the Dragons,  slain,  darkness,  dead,

      and Her Light,  Always,  shines,  in It’s Place . . .

ο    ο    ο    ο

yes,  gone The Night,  no Evil in sight,

Sorrow’s Fate,  having lost,  the Race,

so,  walk with Me,  through The Gates

of Her Dawn,  and Our Eyes

      will behold,  Heaven’s Face . . .

so,  open Your Hearts,  and

sail Away,  with Me,  across

My River of Tears,  for there

 is where Ever reigns in Peace,

      for All The Days,  of Our Years . . .

so,  come share My Dream,  as

though It might seem,  as We fly

upon these Angel’s Wings,  Away, 

to The Blessed,  beyond All The Rest,

     as We journey,  toward This Voyage,  of Kings . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

 

CastleBuilder

 

 

My Father’s Eyes

 (  They cried  )

 

  

through These Windows,  came The Sounds,  of Glory,

of Empires,  and of Legacies,  and A Soldier’s Story,

of Men,  and of Machines,  and of Sacred Things,

     of Honor,  of Courage,  of the Voyages of Kings . . .

through These Pages,  now tattered,  and torn,

came Heralds or Prophets,  Sages were born,

from Dawn,  to Dusk,  came Wonders,  anew,

     over Fields,  and Forests,  Our Destinies flew . . .

through These Gates,  came His Tales of Old,

of Castles,  and Camelot,  and Cities,  of Gold,

of Fame,  and of Fortune,  and Destiny’s Hand,

     of Sons and Swords,  and Monuments,  of Sand . . .

through These Echoes,  so His Stories would tell,

of Legions,  on Battlefields,  Men marching to Hell,

of Gods,  and of Galaxies,  and of Creation,  unknown,

     of The Tides,  and The Times,  when Angels have flown . . .

and through These Moments,  All gathered Here,  and Now,

come The Whispers of Horses,  and His Dreams,  SomeHow,

and No Matter of  His Journey,  not of The Where,  nor The From,

     because,  finally,  Here,  at Hand,  Yes,  His Kingdom,  has Come . . .

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Shelter of Kindness