from Eden’s Shore, comes a Tale of Yore

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Castles, of Iron

( on The Sands, of Time )

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yes,

here I stand,

My Sword,  in hand,

bathed in Her Armor of Grace,

the dragons,  slain,  darkness,  dead,

      and Her Light,  will Always shine,  in its place . . .
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yes,  gone the Night,  no evil in sight,

Sorrow’s Fate,  having lost the Race,

so walk with Me,  through the Gates

of Her Dawn,  and Our Eyes

      will behold Heaven’s Face . . .

so open Your Hearts,  and

sail away with Me,  across

My River of Tears,  for it is

where Ever reigns in peace,

      for all The Days of Our Years . . .

so come share My Dream,  as

though it may seem,  as We fly

upon this Angel’s Wings,  away,

to The Blessed,  beyond all the rest,

      as We journey,  toward this Voyage,  of Kings . . .

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born in the gleam of God’s adoring eye . . .

 

 

‘lo, through a Crack in The Sky

( a Rush, of Wings )

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the Albatross,  whose name has always been Steadfast,  holds within his unwavering eyes the first pristine spark of a SunRise,  now bringing the long-awaited promise of the return of The Light of Day down across the fields and the forests of the Land of Because, down through the corridors of the human heart,  where once was whispered the Music of Angels,  and down ever still into the depths of Oblivion,  whose memory now tries to forget,  all of the darkness we will soon cease to remember . . .

and gazing westward,  which will one day be called EveryWhere,  the Albatross slowly turns to regard the Urth,  now hanging by a thread,  so fine and silver,  and woven from the Tears of Heaven itself,  and he smiles,  because he knows that his long and lonely journey through the endless Kiss of Night is over,  and that all he had ever been asked to do has been done . . . and he lays his sweet sorrows down along the Rail of Sighs,  in the very same place,  where once there laid a handful of nine-inch nails,  whose traces still scorch the time-worn face of Regret,  that are now and for Ever etched into the redwood timbers of the now complete spoke of The Great Wheel, that Always had built as one, of The Seven Bridges of Why . . .

and as The Dawn of The Ages lifts higher above the horizon,  and flows as liquid down upon the realms of Certainty,  the Albatross finds himself standing within the quickening presence of a moment that even Eternity has long been waiting for . . . and from out of the blue,  the Sister of The Sun of Man walks toward him,  and with a nod from Patience, and a smile from So It Shall Be,  She walks on past, and into the embrace of all that Yesterday could ever have hoped for,  and all that Tomorrow could never have known . . .

and walking with a determined pace,  with the might of Titans defining the strength of Her divine purpose,  She steps out at last into Her Universe,  so long denied Her,  and so long and lost in the throes of blind and belligerent desire,  and She lifts Her welcoming arms up with the Grace of Swans, and to the galaxies swirling in Her Eyes,  She speaks . . .

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ease My Reign

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for Her name, is Mercy,  and She has come, to seize, The Day . . .

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and deep in the star-fields of the Dominion of Always,  in a place well within the reach of Her infinite regard,  and so perfectly balanced inside the sound of Her voice, a pale-blue gem in a sapphire sky slowly turns to face Paradise,  where an Ibis,  born Resolute,  gazes out across the Shores of a place once called Camelot,  out across a new whirled now bathed in flows of Compassion,  where fireflies dance amidst the laughter of Her Children of The Clouds,  and where roses now grow without the burden of thorns, and where a butterfly now rests upon the back of an Iron Horse,  who finds himself standing still, and staring in wonder at a trail of footsteps left where the sand meets the foam, and revealing the presence of The Prince of Peace,  walking once more and in the distance, and there at the edge,  of The Sea,  of Love,  Again . . .

 

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what no one Ever knew . . .

and what no one would Always remember . . .

 

June 10th, 2010

 

 

 

and on This Day

( there came a Sound )

 

One thousand and ninety-six mornings ago, we awoke in an altogether different place, in an altogether different time, with an altogether different path laid out before us . . . while the accommodations were not the best, nor were the immediate vicinities on anyone’s most favorite destinations, we were neither worried nor did we care about such trivial things . . . for our particular journey was not prescribed upon any map, nor chosen through the clicks of search engines, nor suggested by any once and former traveler familiar with where we were destined to go . . . just a general sense of where our lives were bound, and an overall hope that we would certainly find such a place that coincided with our dreams, and a rare and wondrous feeling of adventure, combined with a devil-may-care attitude dwelling within our hearts, that no matter where the road might lead us, we were surely to find our way home . . .

and home, was an unknown, unexpected, yet undeniable understanding that was born from the strength of togetherness itself, and it all began because two particular and purposeful people had fallen in Love . . . and it was this Love that bound our spirits and held our wings aloft, as we circled endlessly, embraced in a sapphired sky, high above the vast and verdant terrain that would one day become the pinnacle of our desire, to build a castle nestled in the clouds, and close enough to Heaven that even the Stars would move aside, to allow this great and glorious dream a chance to become one with our lives . . .

and after wandering over what seemed like every hill and every dale, strewn across every mountain and all their majesty, we finally found our place on top of the world . . . and over the course of the next three years, after facing each and every obstacle that came our way, each and every circumstance designed to impede our progress, each and every drop of blood and sweat drawn from our unstoppable faith, each and every tear of uncertainty shed in our unfailing hope of fulfillment, at long last, our dream has come so near to fruition . . . and still, after conquering each trail and mastering every tribulation, we now face more uncertainty than ever before, and not yet knowing happiness, and we have yet to find peace . . .

and these, are the things I wish to address, if only to put them in their place, if only to let U know that I care so deeply that they weigh so heavily upon our collective soul, if only to assure U that these, too, shall be overcome, and, if only to tell U that this is not what I ever had in mind for us to endure . . . never imagining the immense and seemingly endless financial burdens placed upon your shoulders most of all, those that U have quietly borne without complaint, and the myriad of sacrifices U have made without grievance, of missing friends and missed opportunities, and the ever-present shroud of not knowing what is to come of our future here . . .

and no matter what we attempt, no matter where we try, and no matter how much we deserve a respite from the pressures of living with the sum of our choices, I stand before U, in awe, and to give thanks, for not only your solid and steadfast belief in this dream, and therefore in me, and always in us, but in the quality and blessing of your amazing courage, determination, and patience, without which, the ~who we are~ and the ~why we are~ would never have survived . . .

and while I know these words do not do much to allay our fears, or put food on our table, or ensure that the lights will continue to burn in our windows, it is all I have to give U, and ever from my heart, as they have been from our beginning, and yet so bitter-sweetly ironic that they were the primary spark from which this dream was ignited so long ago . . . and all born from the undying hope that keeps my spirit alive, that one day, I might lay at your feet, a life where each and every promise I have made to U, whether spoken or imagined, is allowed to be fulfilled, and thus completing the task I was put on this Earth to do, by the Hand of a God so incredibly and blessedly compassionate enough, to have granted me the supreme honor of being chosen, to be the one, to try . . .

on This, and every Birthday, U will ever know . . .

 

 

 

 

 

between the sand, and the foam

November 8th, 1999

 

 

of Fathers, and Suns

( for Evan )

 

on the Shoreline, where I walk, caught between the wish, and the wave,

if Tomorrow fails to shed His Light, I will treasure, All that He gave,

and still, if this Tide should fail to return, across Heaven’s shining mile,

      I will walk, all the Days of Infinity, to find the Kingdom, of His smile . . .

 

 

 

 

 from The Voyage of Kings – The Ring – The Sixth DoveTale – The Grace of Swans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from the Crucible of Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ivy, and The Dove

 

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as Time’s wake

draws It’s shadow across

The Corridors of Her Heart,
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She looks to The Universe,
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upon Her Celestial Sea,

a Nocturnal Velvet

of Her Dominion,

toward The Shores of

Avalon, toward Her Sunrise,

      a shimmering, and distant, Cyan Sky . . .

She remembers, Echoes of Days, and Nights,

Long Ago, when Her Fireflies laughed at The Moon,

as They walked as One, along The Path to KnowWhere,

quietly regarding Their Reflection in Pools of Innocence,

Windows of Each Other’s Eyes, in Their Secret Eden,

under The Gaze of a Mockingbird, Their Sentry,

before whom All shall pass, She remembers,

when They danced, across The Heavens,

when They sailed across The Sea of Glass,

when They made Love in The Fires of Creation,

when Their Whispers in The Morning ignited The Suns

of Skies Beyond, when, from Their Blessed Union was born
I I I                         I I I
The Light of The Millennia, Eons Ago, She remembers, and waits,

as Always, at The Point of Eternity, for The Return, of Her Love, Again,

yes, She remembers, a Time before Memory became The Well of Fallen Tears,

She remembers The Days before Infinity cried, The Days before The Music died,

She remembers, and lights a Candle, and smiles, longing for Ever Still,

yes, She remembers, and as Always,

      She will . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III – The Diamond – The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

for a very dear Friend,  of mine . . .

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the very first echo

 

 

an Angel stands with the grace of a swan, and walks to the edge of a sea of glass, and the quietest hush moves as liquid across all that Her eyes survey, for even the myriad of Heaven’s prayers have waited for an eternity to be answered, and held in the Light of all that shall come of this . . .

and She begins to tell a story, softly and slowly, and in a voice just barely above a whisper, yet capturing the significance of the moment as only thunder ever could, and every hope ever dared or dreamed suddenly came alive at the sound of the words that began . . . from this Day, there shall come a Sound . . .

 

 

 

from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream     The Prologue – Once Cast from a Distant Fire

 

 

The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

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found lying on a stairway from Heaven

 

 

All for The Wrong’s Reason

(Angels,  fell)

 

 

far, far ago, an Angel named Bright Morning Star, after quite long and careful thought, decided one day to ask God a simple question . . . Father, what is the purpose for which I will never be allowed to see Your face ? . . .

and after a grand and glorious deliberation with Himself, while pouring over all of The Whys and all of The Wherefores in His great Book of Deeds, after gathering each bit of memorandum from His voluminous Catalog of Intent, and certainly but diligently checking the minutes of His deeply inspired and ageless Magnitude, God soon discovered, that there was no answer . . .

and in order to keep The Meaning of Life fully intact, and to preserve a never-ending River of Souls to tend to the multitude of His affairs, and, so as not to keep an Angel waiting for far too long a time while in the very throes of discontent, God quickly decides to forestall any decision on the matter, and promptly issues a decree that hereby states . . . that any Angel, who henceforth demonstrates a complete and profound deficiency in the faith I never gave them, will be subject to spending an eternity living on a place called Earth, wondering why . . .

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The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

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