So Near to Heaven

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and Sapphire Skies


Flamei

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 . . .

 

 

 

 

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beyond The Realms of unCertainty

 

The Path,  of Freedom

 (  is The Will,  of Desire  )

 

 

flying,  Up through The Mists,  of Eden,

with The Might of a billion Prayers,  She

lifts Her Eyes,  toward a Pale Blue Gem,

set Far and Away across This Nocturnal

     Sea of God’s Dominion . . .

Rhyme and Reason

are Divinity’s Winds, 

that hold Her Wings Aloft,  as

She ponders the distance from Here, 

      to Eternity,  on The Other Side,  of The Sky . . .

as The Sigh of God softly blows Her ever Onward

She is steadfast in Her Resolve for She carries with Her

The Rose of Friendship,  delicately woven into The Tapestry

      of Her Life,  holding Still in Her Heart,  The Dreams of Avalon . . .

for She,  is a Butterfly of Uncommon Beauty,  and a Monarch,  of

Peerless Grace,  and as StarLight blankets Her Path,  beginning Her

Grand and Glorious Voyage to The Sun,  She turns Again to face The Day, 

and sees,  a Flock,  of Ten Thousand

      More . . .

 

 

 

Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Cliffs of Andromeda

 

 

as The Muse, whispers

 

 

DeiGlow

  

 

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just

to sit with You,

in a Corner of The Galaxy,

as We talk,  of All The Days Gone By,

of All Things Dear and nEver Forgotten,  for They

*        are The Pearls,  that grace The Breast,  of Some Time When,­       *

and caress The Thread of The Heart of Shall Be,  Again,

to walk with You,  along The Shores of Heaven,  as

We watch The Glory of Sunrise,  as We choose

The Colors of Sunset,  and paint The Rings

of Friendship around The Stars,  flying

      through The Windows of Our Eyes . . .

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from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Seventh DoveTale – The Breath of Angels