The warble of a warbler, the chirp of a sparrow

All of the sounds of life open up ears as arrows

Fired from bows carried by cupids flying low

Search for targets to fire at - to share pillows



But matches don't really happen quite so easily

For folks need REAL shared time in order to see

Whether they're compatible in the outside world

And this takes time along with the will to be hurled



Into other lives than the one which comforts them

With its own security - which comes from a blend

Of known values, relationships and surroundings

As opposed to the unknown - just words resounding



Like the chip of a sparrow who repeats and repeats

Without really saying anything - just uttering beats

Kind of like the exchanges between folks on the Net

Who never materialize, for they've only JUST met ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

8:05am Thurs. March 26th, 1998