Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth's immeasureable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.

What is a man's life worth?

A man who cares,
gives,
loves,
shares?

And yet, is unappreciated?

A man who stands
by his wife,
through
harsh realities?

And yet, remains unappreciated?

A man who is faithful,
fun,
talented,
hardworking?

And yet, remains unappreciated?

A man who loves wholly,
gives freely,
seeks only
love in return?

And yet, remains unappreciated?

For the one who sees,
the one who knows,
will find
that with appreciation,
his worth is
immeasureable.  

His value priceless.

Today, i decided to rhyme to honor thy death
I shall reveal what I have hidden underneath

I hid a love so great, brighter than the sun
Wider than the untameable bluest ocean
But you slipped between my fingertips
Like how a silky, luxury cloth on my skin slids

Gently, smoothly, flawlessly
As flawless as how the sun drowns in red cotton
As graceful as the mesmerizing rise of the moon
I hid a love, existing ceaselessly, my love

So today, I decided to rhyme to honor thy death
To reveal what I tried to hide underneath

I still hold a love, a love so great
feel its warmth escape like angel's breath
And hear me rhyme to honor such beautiful death
And reveal the truth I covered underneath

Beautiful than the crashing of meteorites in the sea
More majestic than the regal clothes a princess can plea
An immeasureable worth, worthier than diamonds
But you tossed it away like cold, dull weightless stones

Yet, I rhyme and honor your death
And reveal what I have hidden underneath
To honor such love's last breath
A love I hid in so much warmth and faith.

I have time
I have shelter
I have food and money
I have love
I have hate
I have so much nothing

I have nothing
I have vast collections of nothing
I have nothing stacked to the celing
I have nothing draped upon my body
I have nothing in my heart and mind
I have an immeasureable wealth of nothing
I have nothing in my eyes
I have nothing

I have so much nothing

Sun staring, Sun heavy
My eyes azure
Overflowed with light immeasureable
From sky above its rays doth tremble
Shall we ever comprehend its depth,
Its sides rotund,
Its shivering glow upon our weighted lids?
Tell me now, O Sun of old
She that has seen us through her dawn
And again will spell our fall at dusk
Where cold after, so brings forth that Moon
Who, in lunar misery, lay upon us his glow reflected
But is without her light a brutish rock suspended
In an abyss of crippling woe
That vessel which life unto plants give
Grow me, raise me, give me warmth
So that I colour, and my leaves stand tall
And among me others flourish

Night's journeyings
through the unfathomed
depths
of the mind's basements
lead
to the immeasureable mysteries
of more than this, our temporal
existence.

The hands have moved.
The sun is up and down.
Stars shift.
Tides advance and recede.
Trees add rings.
Winter over. Spring here.
The oven is pre-heated.
The oil change is due.
But time with you
Is immeasureable.

When
I reach
The
Center of
My joy
I shall not
Be weary
Because
It is
Immeasureable
And
It is
Unqauntifiable
Within
My soul