So many words uttered
From rooms shuttered
Realities of open minds
Not always so very kind
For regardless of what we feel
Actions are quite another meal
Promises spoken on wisps of air
Frailties existent in blank stares
Well-meaning thoughts shared ...
But not always with all right there
For everything felt is only sparks
Hidden under rain with many arcs
From lightning bolts which flash
Followed by thunder ... then ash
Caused by fires started in seconds
Validating awareness beckoned ...
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
12:22pm Tuesday April 14th, 1998