Pictures we paint with such care and dedication

Are from the heart and soul and so no frustration

But when others cross paths and remind of pain

That emotion becomes an all-encompassing drain



And then the way you have held together tightly

Falls into pieces as your heart skips so very lightly

As the frustration you feel twists your insides out

And the beauty you are fades as you now shout



For the wealth of love you have had in your soul

Now is tugged from one end of heart to other pole

And the emotions which ride upon wings spread

Now overtake your mind and cause jolts in head



And you want to reach out and hold the other

But it's all an imaginary ride that has bothered

For the only true sharing is with whom you touch

As this person can hold you - meaning so very much



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

2:55pm Wed. March 11th, 1998