what is the measure of sorrow
is there a standard unit
against which we may rule
an overladen mind
and a heart demolished

graphing with infinite precision
each shattered hope
and marking the dimensions
of dreams ground to dust

are tears numbered
or more properly
and accurately accounted
by volume
or weight

shall we assign a value
on a sliding scale
to the mutilation
of a human soul

can we make comparison
among various torments
or attempt to visualize
in a chart of bright colors
splashed on a screen
the lifelessness of one person
to that of another

is despair loss
or hope denied
might it be joy withheld

does suffering
have weight and volume
that we might
determine its mass

is it instead a void
where something which
was present
has been removed

is it possible to create
an image of wretchedness

a ruined and rotting
playground of lost innocence

a charred and crumbled husk
of a home shattered

an arid uninhabitable waste
of aspirations unbirthed

with what pigment
shall we produce such art
which color wheel
will be used

in what earthly perdition
are the gauges found
reading the depth of misery
or the height of anguish

what is the magnitude
of the grief
the touchstone of devastation
against which all other grief
must be measured

My beloved is mine and I am his.

Walking  through the valley in early morning mist.
Where  there is this field of flowers
Where time stands still.
and only you and I exist.

Where there is no yesterday nor tomorrow
A silent promise to fulfill.
Where there is no pain nor sorrow.
A soothing feel is all there is.

The hope to meet you here and always
To lay forever by your side
To always be together
In each others arms in endless night

I’ll be yours  forever beloved
as you are mine till end of time.
Lost forever in each other
Where peace prevails and love never dies.


Shell ✨🐚

Up I fall
Deeply, all gravity gone
Endless song so fine
Forever smile on face of mine.



Shell ✨🐚