Singing it Softly but Hard



Songs of Love tumble from my mind

Some are wonderful, others not so kind

Where it all comes from, I'm not sure

But I know it's all brimming over, pure



No sooner is one completed, but another

Comes along, assuring me it will never

Cease ... for if it does, I'll be undone

But perhaps it doesn't matter, for none



After a spate of work encompassing a year

Has poured out of heart and mind, with tears

And occasional feelings of bright good cheer

In everlasting pieces posted in themes and tiers



A milestone was finally reached on Saturday

Topping the 600 mark - I really had a field-day

And now I'm just coasting along on ebbing tide

For I've finally reached the level of a good ride



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

7:50am Mon. Feb. 2, 98



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