Flights, of Fancy

 

 

Joy,  Sticks

 

 

Ages and Ages Ago,  the

Angelic Warrior opened a Window

to discover a Virtual Web of Reality

never known in the world of Men,

and before Him,  was arrayed

a LightScape of Wonder,

poised to challenge

The Mightiest of

Explorers,  and

gathering There

inside The Magic,

were The Icons,  standing at

The Edge of Always,  and waiting to say

The Words,

      WellCome,  to The Circus of The Sun . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Third DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs