Tell you. Sad as it may seem, that would be an unhappy dream. Unwanted by both parties.

Coy, rye smiles and whispering hints, of mint in the morning mist. Scent of coffee memory.

With Glorious return. A dime for a dozen, frozen dollars. Pitch, the abyss, shrines left open.

Careful as measured love.Tolerant but never accepting. Anguished flame-shrouded scrutiny.

Failure is never my master, God’s timing, power and love. Certain victory, salesman’s bread.

Doors, leading to floors and Grammy s’mores thinking that somehow I would learn to like it.

A sword salute and tales retreat. Refined in dragon’s bellows. Scorched in light of unlit Suns.

No more game. No claim to Valhalla or whiteknighted seat. No carried torch for hidden hope.

The Rope is long and tends to shred. Pain is the pleasure of endurance. Never quit to learn.

You know how to duplicate what most will never venture. Love never mixes with their hate.

Poverty viewed by wealthy men a loss. Never met a greater shaping stone to man’s mettle.

All fear something, some fear itself. But greater blessing the man who fear’s our Maker.

As we approach the end without beginning we know He lives the beginning beyond our end.