while under an august Moon

 

 

 

The Origins, of Kindness

( what Always, said, to Ever, when Ever, said, GoodBye )

.

.

Flamei
go, My Darling, and do what U must do,

and I will never, think the Less of U,

and whereEver U may wander,

and whereEver U may fly,

take My Light to guide

U, so that Wonder

      paints, Your Sky . . .

and to savor This,

of Our Last Kiss, as

each Morning gives Promise

to The Day, remember Always, that I

     love U, and as Always, My Love will light, The Way . . .

 

.

.

’til All Moments, fade

 

 

 

The Origins,  of Kindness

 (  what Always,  said,  to Ever,  when Ever,  said,  GoodBye  )

  

 

i

go,  My Darling,  and do what U must do,

and I will never,  think the Less of U,

and whereEver U may wander,

and whereEver U may fly,

take My Light to guide

U,  so that Wonder

      paints,  Your Sky . . .

and to savor This,

of Our Last Kiss,  as

each Morning gives Promise

to The Day,  remember Always,  that I

      love U,  and as Always,  My Love will light,  The Way . . .

 

 

 

 from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Veil of Rapture

 

 

 

and Voices, carry

 

 

 

A Kiss,  from A Rose

(  on nine inch nails  )

  

 

 

*

            *        *

                these Scars,

                etched on My Heart,

               were left,  by Thorns,  that

             pierced Our Savior’s fevered Brow,

      as He,  Once stood,  upon a Cross,  of Wood,

and sighed,  “ if They knew Then,  All that I know,  Now ” . . .

 

 

 

 

 from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds