Hope’s Crossing

(  Bridge,  of Sighs  )

as Rain,  caressed The Window,

She could see,  both Far,  and Wide,

She settled back beside Her Dream,

     as They began to enjoy The Ride . . .

giving Her Thoughts to The Season,

watching Her Memories,  sail On Past,

She knew She had found The Reason,

     so,  She was going Home,  at Last . . .

She closed Her Eyes,   knowing The Rhythm,

would carry Her Spirit so High,

when She began to feel, 

His cold-blue Steel,

     lift Her Soul,  into,  The Sky . . .

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Third DoveTale – The Circle of Heaven