In rest they find the peace of God. Far away from strife and reason spiced by worry and weight. The dates remove from minds filled with concern and challenge. No comfort in the machinations of the human mind. Too soon but none the less just right.

This is not the dance to which we wished invite. Absent the loving words and days with laughter and light. No words, bludgeons against the bales of upset few. To lay in straw and watch the night and weather wander. To be awakened to good memory.

So many failures in times when success should mind the farm. Kittens and minders wrestling and rustling the thoughts as corrals for animals unsettled. Feet and resting heads bring sleep to arms and eyes so used to anguish and cautious moments.

This is not the winding path of resolve beyond tomorrow. A broad, indifferent highway twice removed from blessings of blood and remembrance. All are forgiven who offer up the madness of past and porous nightmare. Plunged into the clarity of evaporating suns.

So sorted and sorry that these boxes must be emptied. Too close to the finish unready, unsteady and marred by hopeless wells of tears and sadness. No more fresh watered faces shall paint the walls of my treasured halls. To see the smiles of all those given.

One decision for a man who cannot whitewash fences, finding in the broad brush of friendship and understanding the will to see all happy. No common thing to find oneself useless in the seas of dwindling importance. To be flicked from unbalanced wing.

May my wake produce the lasting impressions of character I’m lacking. To see the burdens of life and power lifted. And the promise of hopeful days reflected on faces twice forgotten. When you are weighted mind, then being drawn as a sieve in healthy relief of the masses.

Not the plenty that we all once expected. But the scarce instants into which love and life injected. A cautious but easy heart find you on the horizons absent season. No burr or burden offered and joyous casting into lakes filled by promise and peaceful reason.