of Lions, and Butterflies




The Light,  upon a Dark

 (  A Monarch,  of peerless Grace  )




rising,  up through The Mists of unCertainty,

breaking Free,  of the Long Dark Kiss of Night,

unfurling a glorious wing’d Tapestry of The Colors

of Humanity . . . Each Hue and Cry,  of Days,  gone by,

      gently streaming,  in the brilliant Abundance,  of Her Wake . . .

every Sight,  and every Sound,  quietly gathers in A Symphony

of Moments yet to be,  while a Host of Stars slowly come to rest,

to witness,  and to wonder,  of The Courage,  about to lay ItSelf

       down upon The Land,  and Yes,  upon The Follies,  of Man . . .




from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Shield of Courage



Anam Cara



sumWhere, along The Way



when The Tumblers click



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listen to The Wind,  inside Your Heart,

for it is There,  The Answers,  abound,

hear a silent Voice of an Angel’s Past,

echoing Light,  of the Slightest Sound,

behold The Song of Your Bless’d Life,

a Symphony,  of Moments,  All Around,

and it is There,  The Answers remain,

      until The Key,  to Your Heart,  is found . . .





from an ancient Journal,  and long forgotten,  a Post at Poets and Writers Forum ( of Love, Again ) 08/1998