a Pageant of Lilies

 

 

 

Two Women,  Walking

 (  Side by Side  )

 

 

  

 with An Air of Grace,  and Wonder found upon Their Face,  They came knocking at My Door,

     and while I,  Ever dreaming,  looked insighed Their Eyes,  I saw,  waiting There,  Two More . . .

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The First DoveTale – The Rhythm of Life

 

 

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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

 

 

 

The Gem in The Reason Why

 

 

on This,  Your Voyage,  of Wings

 (  what Dreams may come  )

  

 

and One Dei,  within these Pages,

Men,  will Ever write,  of what They do,

Women,  will Always right,  of what They knew,

*  Men,  will Ever write,  of when Their ~conquered~ knelt,  *

*  while Women,  will Always right,  of just how it ~felt~,  *

*   Men,  will Ever write,  of All Their Empires built,   *

*  Women,  will Always right,  of the Blood that  *

*  They spilt,  and Men,  will Ever right,  of  *

Their All and Their Sums,  leaving  *

*  Women,  to Always write,   *

*  as Their very own  *

*  Kingdom,  *

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       comes . . .

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Third DoveTale – The Gates of Dawn

 

 

and Still Falling, Higher

 

 

Above This Field of ForgetMeNots

 (  She Soars  )

  

 

smiling,

She watches The FireFlies

chasing Away The Edge of Night,

It’s Long Dark Kiss nEver to pierce

or plague The Very Hearts of Men,

and what Women once Were,

     They will Be,  Again . . .

and Far,  Far

below

Her

Still,

standing

for Eternity,

is Her Iron Horse,

SteadFast,  and Resolute,

with His Eyes Ever on The Prize,

and His Heart,  Ever bound by a Thread

so Fine,  and Silver,  to The Wing’d Wonder

now dancing with The Wind,  high above Him,

and to Whom,  He gazes so fondly,  and returns

The Smile She has flown an entire Sky to find,

and He whispers to Her,  with a Voice of

singular Courage and Grace,

whereEver U may go,  and whatEver U may do,

The Meaning of My Life,  is for Always,  loving U,

yet,  no Matter how Far,  from Me, U care to roam,

know that My Heart will be waiting,  for as Long  as

      My Heart,  is Your Home . . .

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Whisper of Fullfilment