( at ZanaDew Falls )
ageless and Always, and so very far beyond The Reach, of even Kings,
where Time ever moves, though as liquid, and a promised Glory sings,
while the Tides, they rise they fall, while simply dancing with The Moon,
but to flow Within, as nowhere else, is upon this mighty, River of Soon . . .
( Fallen, Angels )
* * * * * * * * * *
* across this Hush and Sigh, of Days Gone By, *
* as Memory, tries to Remember, for Ever I will *
* listen, as My Tears, in Hope’s Light, glisten, *
* to The Echoes far beyond Yesterday’s Reign . . . *
* as The Lilies sway to the Wind’s Ballet, and *
* The Moon, slowly, begins to Turn, for Ever I *
* will weep, until The Promise I will keep, nay, *
* They did not cry, no They did not die, in Vain . . . *
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from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice
( in Evan’s Eyes )
imagine a Place,
where it Rains only when You wish,
and Wishes come True, only when You smile,
imagine a Purpose, when The Moment You realize
where You are going, shall be remembered Always,
as The Time of Your Life, and imagine a Passion,
that burns, with The Light of The Sun, and
takes a Boy’s Dream and sends It,
around The Moon . . .
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from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Rock of Patience
The Voyage of Kings 