and Sapphire Skies
of All the Days, and All the Ways, We have stood in each Other’s sight, as Friends,
those Days, were surely the Best Days, as My Heart so warmly contends,
and when these Memories speak of Fondness, and of a Woman’s
Essence, that only Angels could ever deserve to boast, it is
Your Courage, as a Quality, that I so admire the most . . .
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