So Near to Heaven




and Sapphire Skies


of All the Days,  and All the Ways,  We have stood in each Other’s sight,  as Friends,

those Days,  were surely the Best Days,  as My Heart so warmly contends,

and when these Memories speak of Fondness,  and of a Woman’s

Essence,  that only Angels could ever deserve to boast,  it is

      Your Courage,  as a Quality,  that I so admire the most . . .





                                                                                                                                                for S.





A LuminEssence




as The Days,  enfold The Night

 (  by The Light,  of The Sons  )




Here,  in The BrotherHood of Man,  what matters Most

is The Synchronicity between The Mind,  and The Heart,

and The Endeavors born from The Fruit of that process,

yet there is Nothing more Significant,  than when these

Aspects are so cultivated within The Realm of Purpose,

and whose Abundance is measured,  not by The Yield,

     but in The Quality of The Soil,  from which It has grown . . .




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