beneath a Cyan Sky

The Nearing

 

Pools of Innocence

 (  The Shimmering  )

 

 

Quiet was The Mockingbird,  as I draw nearer,  and The Look in Her Eyes told Me of Her Purpose,  as Sentinel,  before Whom,  All shall Pass . . . with a Nod of Understanding,  I move closer to The Edge,  and the sudden Stillness,  takes My Breath Away . . . The Stream,  as if told by Nature to do So,  slows to a Halt in front of Me,  becoming a Ribbon of Glass . . . and Now,  finally within Reach,  I kneel down beside a Pool of pristine Clarity,  and gaze into It’s Secrets,  and as I begin to fathom The Reasons,  There,  slowly rising to The Surface of Knowledge,  up from The Depths of Wisdom,  emerging phantom-like,  to rest upon The Windows of My Eyes,  I see,  Her Face,  Again . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Chariots of The Sun

 

 

 

in The Reign, of Joy

 

 

The Ribbon,  of Love

 (  OdysSee  )

  

 

 

Angel,  You are The Reason,  You are The Answer,

You are The Hope that lives in The Heart of Lovers All,

and Your Heart is The Healing Grace,  the Sweet Music of

Eden,  from The Mists of EverMore,  The Path of All Desire,

     The Fulfillment of My Dreams,  A Wondrous Sea of Change . . .

and The Angel of Love removes a Ribbon from Her Hair,

a Ribbon of Glorious Cyan Blue,  The Color of Glory,

and from It She hangs a Golden Key,  a Key to

The Gates of The Kingdom of Heaven,

and places It around The Neck, 

of The Paladin of Truth,

Her Guardian of Honor,  as

She whispers softly,  as The Wind,

Here is The Key to My Everlasting Heart,

wear It Always,  wear It Ever,  and wear It True,

for This,  is The Way for Us,  The Path of Our Desire

leads Us to The Gates of Friendship,  to The Horizon of

Freedom,  and The Light that shines within Our Universal

Soul is The Mirror of All Things God’s Grace holds Dear,

       So,  take My Hand,  and We will talk,  of Days to Come . . .

 

 

 

and The Soldier of Her Virtue,

The Iron Horseman of The Empire of The Sky,

regards The Pools of Innocence within The Galaxy of Her Eyes,

and stares off into The Star Clusters of Orion,  toward the pale blue dot

that is Avalon,  shining under The Fires of a Lone Sun,  alone,  among The

Jewels reflected in His Eyes,  and as His Legion of Chariots fly across the

black velvet Sky,  like Diamonds,  He whispers once more,  of His

Purpose,  and of His Path,  and of His Passion,  and,  as a

Testament of His Faith,  lays His Sword of Truth

across His Heart,  and takes Her Hand,

echoing The Song of Eden,

for Her and to Her,

and He says,

Yes,  My Beloved,

and He bows His Head,

in The Presence of Her Grace,

and,  with The Majesty of Swans,

      He kisses The Hand,  of The Dawn . . .

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

high in The Willows of Remember

 

 

The Ivy,  and The Dove

 

 

 

as Time’s Wake

 draws its Shadow,  across

The Corridors of Her Heart,

She looks to The Universe,

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

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 ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams