.
.
.
i
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 . . .
for S.
2012
.
.
.
( 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
*
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 . . .
* *
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Seventh DoveTale – The Breath of Angels
