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in The Silence, of Regard
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All Things Clear
( More, than Ever )
it is no longer about who or what I do not have, or have so recently lost,
but of a far deeper, and more meaningful Embrace, within The Arms
of every Blessing now held in a Symphony of Moments that
colors this Sunset of My Days left here on Earth . . .
and of Those I imagine still, with such everlastingly beautiful sadness,
I can only hope They are quite safe, and quite sound, and Their every breath
fills Their sky with unspeakable Wonder, and a Peace like no other tells Them
that Their Days will be long savored, and abundant, and spent so very
far away from harm, and well within the absence, of fear . . .
yet alas I am diminished, for in the purpose, place or proximity once
filled by Their glorious Presence, there endures only a whisper of an echo
of What Was, so, time and again I turn to Remember, where They dwell,
whose Memory holds nothing less, than The Best Days, of My Life . . .
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on Wings of Farewell
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The Peace, beyond The Pale
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Understanding is ever annealed by Grace,
and The Goodness, within Our Goodbyes . . .
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once upon a Dream
Block Buster
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on newsstand, gift shop, bookstore or mall, *
not one trace, of The Book was found, at all, *
each had been begged, borrowed or bought, *
so any that were left, would never be sought . . . *
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The Voyage of Kings *
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then, one Morning, as Peace came at Last, *
and Patience, finally, walked into The Past, *
there flew o’er The Fields, a Flock of Grace, *
Ever upon Love, will Their Shadows, Race . . .
Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Web of Pearls
out of The Mists, of Avalon
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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, Always, shines, in It’s 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 there
is where Ever reigns in Peace,
for All The Days, of Our Years . . .
so, come share My Dream, as
though It might seem, as We fly
upon these Angel’s Wings, Away,
to The Blessed, beyond All The Rest,
as We journey, toward This Voyage, of Kings . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams
on The Pillow of Hope
Dream, catch Her
and All at Once,
in The Time of a Wink, and a Promise,
a soft, luxuriant Hush moves gently through The Willows,
as if Angels, were whispering to ThemSelves, of The Days Gone By,
and of The Days to Come, and of All These Precious MoMeants in between . . .
and there by The Bend in The River of Souls, She stands amid a Field of Lilies,
Each and Every One, holding The Hopes, Wishes, and Prayers of Her Lifetime,
Each and Every One, bearing The Weight, of Her Determination, and Courage . . .
and as She gazes outward across Her vast Dominion, She smiles, for there
on The Horizon, stands The Rock of Her Perseverance, and etched in
The Rock, is The Face of Patience, and The Look, etched
on The Face of Patience, is Peace,
EverLasting . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams
