Resolved

For the luxury of moments long lost in dreams past due
and the memory of springtime walks on quiet afternoons,
I find the will to move into a state of mind
known not to the turbulence and strain of love.

Freedom from the attachment and the yearn to hold,
Solace from the joy of possibility and peace of touch,
Intrepid movement past hopeful expectation born of communication unconfirmed;
These things I hold in honor above the suffering endured
and will place them in action like the whisper of shame.

Once become separate, neutral, and clear -
the beckoning will resolve itself as water through years,
and the mind will be as the light cast from the springtime bloom,
calm and sincere, whole as first seen.