from the Crucible of Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ivy, and The Dove

 

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as Time’s wake

draws It’s shadow across

The Corridors of Her Heart,
o              o
She looks to The Universe,
V
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
I I I                         I I I
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 – The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

for a very dear Friend,  of mine . . .

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and Glory, rose

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The Deis, of The Knew

 (  Time, and Space  )

 

 

Always,  Now,

      and Ever clear . . .

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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 . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

this Veil of Certainty

 

 

 

The Belles,  of The OurGlass

(  Prints,  of Tides  )

 

 

Beauty held,  what She thought was Time,  Ever so tightly in Her Hand, 

     and yet All the While,  Age stole Her Smile,  for All She held,  was Sand . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Web of Pearls

 

 

Silent Lucidity

 

 

The Love,  of God

 

 

 

       old as Rhyme,  and Time,  Eternity Itself . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Cloak of Simplicity

 

 

Ebony left, and Ivory right ( The 700 )

 

 

The Whisper

 (  of Horses  )

          

 

                                                  We are The Sand,  flowing through The OurGlass,

                                                                                         The Moment,  before Midnight’s Bell,

                                         We are The Spirit,  of The Redwood Monolith,

                                                                                        The Wishes,  long buried,  in Your Well,

                                      We are The Light,  from A Distant Star,

                                                                                        The Hunter,  of Shadows on The Moon,

                                          We are The Fragrance of The Rose,

                                                                                        The Silence,  between Cries of The Loon . . .

       

 

                                          We have danced for Ages with Daughters of Atlantis,

                                                                                        caressed The Heart of Time,  at Birth,

                                     We have flown The Heavens on The Fires of Ice,

                                                                                       lifted Mountains,  from The Core of Earth,

                                        We have sailed endless Waters of Tomorrow,

                                                                                       seen The Suns of Skies Beyond,  die Away,

                                              We have heard of Your Deepest Sorrow,

                                                                                       sung The Songs,  only The Wind could play . . .

 

 

                                          We will blow Our Trumpets,  with a Breath of Angels,

                                                                                       calm The Rage of Screams,  in Hell,

                                      We will wed The Dyad of Hope and Fulfillment,

                                                                                       build Their Home where Freedoms dwell,

                                       We will dry The Tears of Broken Children,

                                                                                       awaken a World from The Cradle of Night,

                                             We will fly The Doves of Love,  Again,

                                                                                       lay open The Gates,  to The Reign,  of Light . . .

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Cloak of Simplicity