Ever standing, behind The Sun



A Rush,  of Wings

(  A Flock,  of Grace  )








by The

Hand,  and

softly,  spoke to

Their Hearts,  of All

Things Dear,  All Things

lying in wait,  for just a Breath

of Kindness,  of Truth,  of Passion,

and She told Them,  of The Promise,

for Every Tear cried,  in The Name of

The Dove,  so would reign upon

The Earth,  a mighty Sea

      of Love . . .





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice