everything is measured

Last night, I pretended I was 12 again and wrote a short poem that rhymed. These quotes were my muses:
1. "Men are the time you count between lightning and thunder."
2. "She thinks he likes her and so, she likes the way he thinks."
3. "You cannot trust a demon just because it speaks the truth."
4. "There is no handier excuse than a timely doubt."

everything is measured

Someone once wrote, “men are the time you count between lightning and thunder.”
In the passing of seasons, certainty fades, but strong arms and a halo of faith surround her
She's counted fall, winter, spring, and summer but wonders how do you measure loss?
And so she had written, “Love is what counts in this absence, and it spans two continents across.”

The sound of sea spray and the smoke of sin, colors your eyes with what’s not there
Gold-rimmed eyes look up from gilded edges, burdened by this savoir-faire
A homecoming of burning bridges, unthinkingly planned and carelessly made
You sent your ash to cure the invisible matter; I heard a five-string serenade.

When a sailor jumps ship and the boat is receding, the wake lingers long after it’s gone
He waits for the passing of shadows and numbers the stars till the coming of dawn
What else does he count on in times of distress if not in something higher to trust?
Tomas and Tereza turning into lovers turning into strangers turning into dust.