An eerie mist arises from the lake again

Ony to establish credibility to those sane

For so many have lost loved ones in mist

Arising from life's darkness dealt in twists



Reasons for extinction are so very effuse

Cancer, heart attack, suicide, overdose, too

All causes of death to whose we loved ...

Now their souls are in another place, above



And the mist arises from a warm lake cooled

Reminding us life's a trip which sometimes fools

And things then turn on a dime as those still alive

Suddenly turn into other beings, from pain inside



For all of us are souls - whether here or beyond 

And all souls deserve respect here and at ponds

From which those mists arise seeping into cool air

As souls clamor to be remembered here on earth

                                             ... and out there ....



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:47am Tuesday April 21st, 1998