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 )

and

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