The Deis, of The Knew
( Time, and Space )
and Ever clear . . .
( Time, and Space )
and Ever clear . . .
( on nine inch nails )
etched on My Heart,
were left, by Thorns, that
pierced Our Savior’s fevered Brow,
as He, Once stood, upon a Cross, of Wood,
and sighed, “ if They knew Then, All that I know, Now ” . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds
( Before The Beginning )
Far Ago and Long Away, in The Time before Was, in The Land of Because, a Tale of Two Lovers began . . .
on The Eve of Nocturna, Now known, as The Wedding of Hope and FullFillMeant . . .
as seen, through The Eyes of a Butterfly, called Avalon . . .
as told, by an Iron Horse . . .
named Sky . . .
from The Very First Moment, living inside what could only be called EveryWhere, was God . . .
and withIn God, were borne The Essences, and The Attributes, of A Man, and A Woman . . .
and The Man and The Woman, eternally bound as One, were called Ever, and Always . . .
and This Blessed Union of These Two Hearts and These Two Souls, became Love . . .
and, One Day, while walking The Breadth, and The Depth, of Their Dominion,
Ever, turns His Eyes to Always, and says, I will walk All The Days of Infinity,
to find One Rose, as Lovely, as Your Smile . . . and so He did, and from that
Moment on, until Every Moment since, noOne has known, where Ever, was . . .
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as Always waited, at The Center of EveryThing She holds Dear, Ever wandered
across The Millennia, following The Light from a Distant Star, searching The Heavens
for The Meaning of Life, and finding only, The Folly, of Men, whereEver, He went . . . and
along The Way, He was met by Travelers, solitary Messengers from both Far and Wide, who
told Him, of A Rose, that dwelled in a Place called Avalon, a pale blue Gem in this Dark Velvet
Sky above Him, and as He gazes toward It, He slowly turns to face The Day, and says,
The Light of The Millennia, cast from a Distant Fire,
roam It will for Ever, The Path of
My Desire . . .
for as Long as He can remember, His Journey had taken Him Far across The Cosmos,
Far beyond The IcanSea, Far beyond The Reach, and Well past The Broken Sound,
Ever spiraling Outward, Deeper, and Deeper, into The Worlds of Time, and Tide . . .
as He approached the blue Jewel, Avalon, nestled in The Nocturnal Velvet Sky,
at Last, having known the long, dark Kiss of Night, for what felt so like Eternity,
while pondering a place He could not quite remember, and a Face He cannot
seem to forget, He moves Forward, into The Arms of Destiny, waiting, upon
these Shores of Longing, and finally comes to rest, upon The Rail, of Sighs . . .
and All at Once, He feels a great Hush, moving slowly across The Universe,
as The Air around Him vibrates softly, as if The Sky were soon to crack from
The Weight of Certainty, He knows that The Rose He has walked All Creation
to find is Here, and just when The Dawn, gives up Her Promise to The Day, He
sees, high up on a Hill, now etched in His Heart for Ever, a Man, nailed, to a Cross,
and The Man on The Cross, was The Rose of Avalon . . . and The Rose of Avalon, was His Son . . .
and Now, beyond
All Realms of Chance and CircumStance,
The Story about to unFold, before Your Very Eyes,
to be held for Ever in Your Heart, as the Terrible Beauty,
One whose beginning, aRose, as One has come to an end,
yet whose Story remained veiled in The Passages of Time,
for Two Thousand Years,
rising Ever so slowly to The Surface,
appearing as Phantoms, as Butterflies,
dancing across The Ages and Pages,
of wellworn Tomes and Tales,
givenForth, to mark
The Affairs, and
Follies, of Men,
as They searched,
high and low, for The Meaning of Life,
as They searched The Heavens, for The Truth,
when Their Truth had been lain asunder,
* by Their Very Own Sword, of *
* Blind Desire . . . *
and so, the long, dark Kiss of Night, had followed Him,
and It poured slowly down, over The Kingdom of Avalon,
over The Fields and Forests of What Might Have Been, to
The Mountains, and The Majesty, and The Music of Men . . .
and, as They laid His Body, behind This Mighty Stone,
Ever knew as He stood, beneath The Heavens alone,
that He had come so Far, to find All He had missed,
and All They are Those, that A Rose, once kissed . . .
and this One Rose, while Only Here, for aWhile,
left His Mark, for Eternity, and, for All, a Smile,
for this one Smile He had searched The Stars
to be near, was found upon The Face, of All
Things Dear . . .
so He fell to His Knees and began to pray,
that He might Return, to Always One Day,
and as A Rose, ascended, upon Angels’
Wings, He smiled and He remembered,
of A Voyage, of Kings . . .
and of This Story, laid before U, Now,
are All that remains, of The Glory, and how,
a Man, once called Ever, who Fate dared to roam,
put His Words on These Pages, in a Long Letter, Home,
and as He remembered who He was, and where He had been,
He lit a Candle, to tell The World, yes, He would find, Love, Again . . .
and He wrote, and He wrote, for the next Two Thousand Years,
through The Agony and The Ecstasy, and The Sum of Our Fears,
and He wrote, of Each Moment of Each Day of Our Past, through
Each Chapter and Each Verse, though They might be His Last,
so Every Dream and Every Wish that Ever heard since Then,
could One Day fly away, beyond These Follies, of Men,
and, All that remains, of His Candle, so bright,
are These Pages, from The Ages, of
a Kingdom, of Light . . .
so It began,
and Yes, so It was,
under a Sky to remember,
and in The Heart, of Because . . .
They came from Hither, and
They came from Yon,
and They came
from no Reason,
so to witness, The Dawn . . .
and All Eyes were there upon Him,
and Every Soul, had come so Far to see,
what Tomorrow knew, and kept from View,
All that Yesterday, had Ever promised, to be . . .
while ‘Lo and Behold, Their Tale, to unfold,
gazed down upon this weary World of Men,
a Whisper was heard, and this Whisper,
was The Word, and there began
the greatest Story, that
Ever, told . . .
( of Horses )
We are The Sand, flowing through The OurGlass,
The Moment, before Midnight’s Bell,
We are The Spirit, of The Redwood Monolith,
The Wishes, long buried, in Your Well,
We are The Light, from A Distant Star,
The Hunter, of Shadows on The Moon,
We are The Fragrance of The Rose,
The Silence, between Cries of The Loon . . .
We have danced for Ages with Daughters of Atlantis,
caressed The Heart of Time, at Birth,
We have flown The Heavens on The Fires of Ice,
lifted Mountains, from The Core of Earth,
We have sailed endless Waters of Tomorrow,
seen The Suns of Skies Beyond, die Away,
We have heard of Your Deepest Sorrow,
sung The Songs, only The Wind could play . . .
We will blow Our Trumpets, with a Breath of Angels,
calm The Rage of Screams, in Hell,
We will wed The Dyad of Hope and Fulfillment,
build Their Home where Freedoms dwell,
We will dry The Tears of Broken Children,
awaken a World from The Cradle of Night,
We will fly The Doves of Love, Again,
lay open The Gates, to The Reign, of Light . . .
from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Cloak of Simplicity
( Always, at Last )
Here, inSighed Your Velvet Petals,
where Your Heart, Your Music,
and Your Story, begin to unFold,
I fall, toward every Breath, every
Song, and every Page withIn, yes I
fall, Ever slowly and Ever softly,
toward Your Mysteries,
unTold . . .
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from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Shelter of Kindness