and Sapphired Skies




 of Mountains,  and Majesty




no matter the Trial or Tribulation laid down upon Your Path of Living,

whether by Chance or Circumstance,  another’s Need or dire Design,

a Hallmark of Your singular destination is to embrace Understanding,

      before U can ever truly regard,  the softly smiling Eyes,  of Forgiveness . . .






in The Sky, with Diamonds




if by Chance,  Faith sees A Mountain,

then by Choice,  Faith,  seize The Dei

(  Sum It,  and Ever Rest  )



The Pinnacles of Your ImagiNation, 

     rise to The Majesty,  of Your Reach . . .





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth




hallowed, be Thy Name



Butterfly,  in Her Box of Rain






Her Majesty,

A Swan of Repose,

as Always,  sitting,  under

 The Wisdom Tree,  playing,  as

soft as Whispers,  The Lyre of Truth,

and as She sways,  Still and On,  moving,

as The Music surrounds Her as liquid,  until

All Her Memories fade into One,  and One is

for Ever,  Again,  and,  There,  in This Place

shared with Hope’s Wish lys Her Haven,

in A Corridor of Her Heart,  where

She embraces His Fire,  and

His Passion,  and

His Glory,







Each Day,

of Infinity’s Reign,

for Every Moment,  She

is held,  Captive,  in Her Well

of Longing,  floating,  on Her Sea of

Innocence,  drifting,  drowning,  dying in

The Sum of All Tears . . . and in The Quick

of A Wink,  and in The Hush of A Promise, 

Her Box,  high on The Mantle of Fortitude,

begins to quiver,  as if to crack from The

Burden of Time,  when,  All at Once,

from Inside,  A Light The Color

of Cyan Skies,  and,  The

Color of The Light,

was Ever’s

      Eyes . . .





from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTail – The Trials of Ecstasy




from this Moment, on




The River,  in My Hands

 (  and Arms Wide Open  )







as Liquid,

through Each

and Every Corridor

of My Hope-weary Heart,

bathing This Desert of Longing

      in Her Sweet Waters of FullFillMeant . . .

and All The While,  flowing,  SumWhere

within Reach of All Things Dear,  gliding

between A Wink,  and A Promise,  and

wrapped in The Sounds,  of Her

Amazing Grace,


The Very Words

I have walked The Millennia to

hear,  flying Now,  like Diamonds,  across

this UniVerse,  between She and Me,  through a Crack in

      The Sky,  into The Tear in My Eye,  yes to herald The Reign,  of Joy . . .

and with a Voice borne inside The Breath of Eternity,  pouring Forth,  from

 The Panorama of Her Smile,  and as I bow My Head in The Presence of Her

Majesty,  She raises Her lovely Hands,  and lifts My Face toward The Light

      of All Creation,  and then,  She whispers,  WellCome Home,  Angel . . .




 from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments



Her River of Light



The Wings,  of Grace



and far,  far away,  in a Land of Endless Grace,  with a Night of Ten

 Thousand Suns,  The Eyes of Heaven cease Their Vigil,  to witness,  and to

     wonder of this Promenade of Eden,  this Choreography of Paradise . . .

 and with The Majesty of Swans,  The Mother of Dawn slowly raises

      Her Hand to brush the tears from Her Face,  and nods Her Head . . .

The Angelic Warrior,  Soldier of Virtue,  without name or number,

gracefully turns His Mien of Valor to face His Legion of Stars,  Her

Children of The Clouds . . . scanning the Night Sky,  on His Boots of

Yellow Fire,  with The Power of Infinite Love,  thundering as The Roar

 of Lions through His Soul,  He lifts His Sword of Truth,  and points toward

 Destiny,  a brilliant blue Planet of The Sea,  and,  as a Golden Wind,  as an Echo, 

     He whispers . . .

*   *   *

The Light,  of The Millennia,

cast,  from a Distant Fire,

roam,  It will,  for Ever,

      The Path,  of My Desire . . .

 *   *   *

and The Light of a Candle,

 borne from The Heart of a Child,

borne from a Sea of Glass,  reflects

 on His gleaming Blade of Honor,  and

       flies through The Windows,  of Her Eyes . . .

and,  as if The Skies of Heaven were to crack

      from the Intensity of Her Love,  She smiles,  Again . . .

 and within The Time of A Wink,  and The Gift of A Promise,

The Chariots of The Sun fly away on Her twighlight Path,  spiriting Them,

       Guardians All,  on Their Voyage to The Sea,  a Voyage of Kings,  on Her River,  of Light . . .




from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light) The Sixth DoveTale – The Grace of Swans ( conversion )


from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Whisper of Fulfillment