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