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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there, on The IcanSea

 

 

East,  Her

 

 

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as a Deep and EverLasting Hush began to blanket The Universe,

and Silence,  slowly turned to face The Crimson Sky, 

There,  between The Sand and The Foam,

There,  between The Reason,

and The Look in

The Eye of Because,

There,  in The Space,

between Hope and

FullFillMeant,

      came The Dawn . . .

as She rises,  a Golden Wind,

moving,  as Liquid,  through The Very Hearts

of Men,  dancing as One among The Women

of Her Soul,  shining Her Light

upon The Smiles,  of

All Things Dear,

     came The Dawn . . .

as Each,  of The Three

White Dolphins,  pulling Now,  with

All of Their Might,  a Thread so Fine and Silver,

lay Their Eyes,  upon The gListening Shores of Avalon,

     while The Trumpets blow,  so soft and slow,  came The Dawn . . .

and just as The Roar of The Wings of 10,000 Butterflies begin to fade toward The Arms of Remember,

 and The Angel of Forgiveness steps down from Her Chariot of Light,  pouring HerSelf over The Garden,

and,  while The Laughter of Children

rose Up,  to kiss The Break of Dei,

      came The Dawn,  of Love,  Again . . .

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Secret of Prisms