In peaceful, ticks and tocks of exhalation my heart awaits primal sounding. Awakened by bell’s walloping clapper, sending shivers and pulse through a body made apparently for naught but slumber. Emotions are not free and beg the payment of broken wishes, memories and things gone to a place of yearning. Oh to the cowardice of man and beast unwilling or unable of making payment or challenging debtors prison.

We played so long at thought, it sponsored a belief that we had become master when we had yet to find ourselves servant. Wicked relief in the depth of untended or challenged meditation upon relief and resolution. Pleading with all that holds itself aloft we begged for posterity and promise. Finding nothing but bruised understanding and corporate bankruptcy we fought to be set free by those who found emotions a playground.

Gave in to the pulse and tender of mendacity, lying to self and anyone who would bother, I sought to convince the world I am steadfast. But broken whispers and chants of false bravado relieved me of my appellate. Made public spectacle as most who find comfort in prideful aspiration. No remorse for those fearful of attempt. I plodded, clopping grand Clydesdale hoof upon payment praying distraction from tears aptly fallen.

These are the treasure men never know they’re seeking. When things became the real gold of humanity and life well or poorly felt. The sorrows, loves and yes the failures leading to losses never recovered and metals pinned upon the breast of those who discovered everlasting. Tall order for man to find himself unblemished or tainted by the wishes of a man who seeks escape, when the world’s gift is the pain and the pleasure of the temporary.

Falling to embrace, knowing the sour nights of fear and everlasting to remember with cause the source of exasperation. What light without the darkness expelled or show asunder? What day without the fear and solitude of nights without comfort? What heat without the coldness of bone and blunder seeking control of those things which are meant to martial men? Into the depth of loss and kind remembrance I am happily, gratefully submitted.