the fire in passion’s i



and with an intensity of pure emotion that overshadowed all that ever came before, even in their dreams, and a fevered rush of purpose rivaling the power that ignites the Sun, they pledge their fidelity to the sea of Stars above them, to walk all the moments of Eternity, to capture just one tear falling from the face that is the grace of God, and to savor it, to cherish it, from this moment on, until all their moments fade . . .

and all at once, they heard a Sound, soft and slow, yet with an enduring rhythm of what surely must be Light, cast from a very distant fire, rising as a golden wind, an echo of the millennia, roaming for ever all the days of Infinity, forging the very framework of their deepest desires, melding their hearts as one, delivering them the whisper of a promise, that this time, and this place, has been touched by the feather from the wing, of the Angel, of Love . . .






from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream  The Kiss, of Always


The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream



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a light the darkness fears the most





and from the mists and the myths of our collective folklore, for we are

all born under the same sun, comes a whisper of a way in which 

this spirit might rise again, through our thoughts, 

      our voices, our portrayals, of our yesterdays . . .

so our dreams, our desires, our hopes, 

our prayers, shall be brought forth,

where everything is illuminated,

around and through a simple

      yet timeless element . . .

      a spark, a flame, a ball, of light . . .



from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream




The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

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on this Day of Days


      to The Brothers,  and Sisters,  in Arms . . .





      as the Caissons,  go rolling along,  Ever still . . .




of gossamer’d Wing




By The Light, of A Lamp

 (  of Love  )



while I can only imagine, The Essence of Your Bouquet,

You are,  as a Rose or a very fine Wine . . . SomeOne

to savor and cherish,  for a very long Time . . . Your

Words possess an eternal quality,  while Longing

      and Desire,  vie,  for Your commitment to Reason . . .

it is an honor sharing this place with One as gifted

and as graced as You,  and if I,  am so ever fortunate

 enough to know a Heart, that whispered a Thought such

                 as This . . .         *

         ”   become the          *

white angels of

   a desperate winter  

 I would surely count Myself as present,

      when asked,  if I,  Ever saw,  Perfection . . .






The Quotation was posted by Sharon Gould 

on May 1st, 1998,  from Poets & Writers

Forum #7.1893 in  of Love,  Again


from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Circle of Heaven




Illusions, of Grandeur




The Dire Straits

(  between Envy,  and Desire  )




whatever U choose to make Your Pledge,

This Turn,  is as Sharp,  as A Razor’s Edge,

for Each hold Dreams so far beyond Wonder,

though One is for Pleasure,  the Other is Plunder,

and,  U shall be embraced,  by All Manner,  of Things,

     so remember in whose Name,  U were Once called,  Kings . . .






from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth




Need, Want, Deserve, and Desire




The Flowers,  of Avarice

(  bear Petals,  of Stone and Glass  )



The Lines drawn in The Sand,  have long since faded from The Shores,  of To Have and To Hold, 

    and now,  ly buried,  sumWhere,  between All that is Left to take,  and All that is Right,  where It is . . .




Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice




The Sum, of All We know




Need,  Want,  Deserve,  and Desire




The Impetus,  for Existence,  is dictated by Either of These Things,

while embracing The Notion,  that Each are separate in all We feel

       is required to live,  when directing Our Pursuits toward Happiness . . .


though,  in The End,  finding Happiness,  is when We realize,  that

      Each of These Things are nothing more,  than One and The Same . . .




 from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice