Grace, amazing




and there waits Æterna

 (  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 . . .







in The Arms, of By and By






A Field,  of Stones

(  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 . . . *

*                                                                                              *





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice




in a dark velvet Sky



Imagine,  Eagles

(  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 . . .








from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Rock of Patience

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