How do we measure the depth of our tears,
and the questions that follow every shadow of fear?
We position our hearts to seek insight into the "secret " things
in which only God laws.
While asking, "to whom shall we go?"
In the raging inferno of dreams deferred.
How do we find healing for the scars buried deep within?
And again,
how do we measure the strain imbedded within the
recesses of our being?
The tell-tale signs which were intended to remain hidden
have now surfaced:
forcing us to remember.
Rejoice at my wedding, and at my wake shed no tears.
For how do we dry the eyes
from the pain of turbulent years?
Seek not to understand, for not all questions have answers.
And not all answers apply to that which was spoken
Yet the measure of my tears,
and the sleepless nights I endeavor to endure
have come to reside
in the bosom of my love-
precluding my death.