Perhaps an idea held as counter to the odd feelings of being alone? Combat and concrete evidence against the empty, fearful feelings of vagabondage. Yet, the highest calling is this detachment from the solidity of mind to the fortitude of Titanium Promise. This is the lie of mortality, that it have ever been immovable, unshakable, timeless. In fact that deceptive nature leads to more odd faces at realization than any surprise, mystery plot twist. The true strength is the relentless pursuit within the realm where emotion is awry, tangled, bunched, uncoupled and severed from all but that small quiet voice leading you on with certainty, power and promise.

This world could not offer what my heart sought. Dwindling feelings, bored or transformed indifference surrounded by changing and limited love. These are the temporary things of carnal capacity for within this dimensional comprehension there is nothing beyond the horizon but dream or an unknown tomorrow. And in that finite quandary every relation faces the constraint of diminishing seconds pressuring division, counseling divorce, arguing change of heart and mind. For finite worlds produce nothing infinite with which to frame our sentences, nothing beyond the realms and construct of time from which we may choose immortal things, ideas and relationships. Only in infinity may we truly play for keeps.

What lock me up, well only for twenty or thirty years may you make me captive after that I am freed to the cosmos of God. Torture me or beg me hold on to you in promised love. I am sorry to promise only the time that I have left in this dimension, til death or a watered down version of virtue separate us in time. Steal from me this life, I will still awaken tomorrow to a day without end. The promise and practice of perfection is to bring something of the heavenly into this realm that it be seen by precious few and adored. That things beyond tonight transform us from normalcy into a rare form of cognoscenti. This is the joy of today that it be valued in eternal context, measured quantitatively by numbers exponentially so large that they defy today’s logic. A window into everlasting and whisper of permanence a breeze across the Frozen Rosen Bridge of Time, space and continuum.

Yes, battles won bring momentary victory and the pleasure of smiling faces let go of their circumstantial captivity. But it lasts but a moment then plunges once again into the depths of despair brought on by challenge after change after affectionate expectation. This is the place where dreams come true but never last, but the fleeting moments of the sparkles falling to the ground. How do these moments, these wars, these changes, this emotion and victorious transformation of my heart effect the timeless life beyond this verse? That brings the flavor the depth of fine cabernet or pomegrenate as it is remembered and enjoyed as a memory to be carried beyond this to hereafter. The treasures of this world are things, loves, wins, and losses bound in memory that may not be stolen but relished across the fields, valleys, dimensions and galaxies of time.