Behold The Brightest Star
*
’Lo,
inside The Sky, a
Delta, from an Artist brushed,
a Fleet of Diamonds, flying in Silence, as
* the Last, of Winter’s whispered Breath, is hushed . . . *
then, under The Light, of Her Vernal Moon,
as Heaven, and Earth, held Their Breath,
a chevroned Wing, of The Fires of Ice,
so poised, at Evil’s Eye, was Death . . .
* *
( and may The Horse, be with U )
from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life