Ever standing, behind The Sun

 

 

A Rush,  of Wings

(  A Flock,  of Grace  )

 

 

*

so

Joy

took

Them

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

 

 

 

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high in The Willows of Remember

 

 

The Ivy,  and The Dove

 

 

 

as Time’s Wake

 draws its Shadow,  across

The Corridors of Her Heart,

She looks to The Universe,

upon Her Celestial Sea,

a Nocturnal Velvet

of Her Dominion,

toward The Shores of

Avalon,  toward Her Sunrise,

      a shimmering,  and distant,  Cyan Sky . . .

She remembers,  Echoes of Days,  and Nights,

Long Ago,  when Her Fireflies laughed at The Moon,

as They walked as One,  along The Path to KnowWhere,

quietly regarding Their Reflection in Pools of Innocence, 

Windows of Each Other’s Eyes,  in Their Secret Eden,

under The Gaze of a Mockingbird,  Their Sentry,

before whom All shall pass,  She remembers,

when They danced,  across The Heavens,

when They sailed across The Sea of Glass,

when They made Love in The Fires of Creation,

when Their Whispers in The Morning ignited The Suns

of Skies Beyond,  when,  from Their Blessed Union was born

The Light of The Millennia,  Eons Ago,  She remembers,  and waits,

as Always,  at The Point of Eternity,  for The Return,  of Her Love,  Again,

Yes,  She remembers,  a Time before Memory became The Well of Fallen Tears,

She remembers The Days before Infinity cried,  The Days before The Music died,

She remembers,  and lights a Candle,  and smiles,  longing for Ever Still,

Yes,  She remembers,  and as Always, 

      She will . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams