Desires without fulfillment roam and roar,
submerging common sense in septic moat,
but time enough will whittle back to core
and past stirred up will fall like fainting goat.

Possession prized becomes the tie to try
unwillingness to break unholy hold,
but distance does not save from love's sharp cry
and fairest pearl is naught to passion bold.

Remembrances distort the new-known now,
demanding what has been will always be,
but viewpoints change when challenged by and how
and from fear's choking necklace truth is free.

No treasure is the final treasure sought,
for unexpected joys cannot be bought.

- Robert Stone, 13 October 2013