"In the dark", charcoal and conte, 1999
He Wept
Tears stream down your face
from a bottomless well of emotions.
You cannot dam the swelling
of the river that runs deep inside you.
Nor can you damn them,
for they are too dear.
Love and pain synonymous
as they flow from an infinite abyss.
You cannot control their irratic tendancy
to fall at will.
Credibility is lacking
due to their lack of reserve.
Your tears do not matter.
They come like the rain,
only less predictable.But he wept too.
and all was validated.
