All of us have, at one time or other

Wanted to cry out, and be smothered

In turn with an understanding heart

Who has given us a much greater part



Of themselves, as they do provide

A place within them where we can hide

Avidly, using their shoulder to cry on

As we place faith and trust we do long



To give to someone out there who deserves

That complete willingness of us to preserve

The inner sanctum which we all do possess

As we share ourselves, and are blessed



With wonderful, warm compassionate beings

Who have taken the time necessary to see 'em

Those ripples in our armor which has rusted

For we put faith in one we should not have trusted



And then we do scurry along with head in a veil

For we allowed good feelings to be lost in a trail

Of deception, which was underlying the exchanges

And then we discovered people who were strangers



It is hard to know who out there we can trust

With the depth of our soul which is laced in lust

But we can simplify things just a wee small bit

By separating out the good in others by giving it



The time it needs to understand and comprehend

There are certain people who have a good blend

Of comforting warmth, mixed in with their passion

Which only comes to the surface when no tension



Is offered by strange and really childish personnas

Who have a way of getting under nerves as long as

They are allowed to circle these corridors freely

And do then pester people with their screaming



Of obscenities and other rudeness they use to jibe

At people who do not deserve this wrenching inside

Where it comes from is a really interesting question

For it is reflective of other matters without mention



It would be nice to reach out to all those who hurt

To try and resolve their difficulties & get at the dirt

Which runs so deeply under their skin and fingernails

And thus keep them all from hurting or getting into jail



Someday it would be wonderful to figure out how to do this

But for now - perhaps it would be better just to compress

These ideas into a more simple form of communication

One which says - "I'm here for you - but please listen



To the compassionate thoughts I can bestow upon you

If you will give me your time, and trust in one who

Has much to say about small matters of the heart

For I've been there and know how it can smart."



If you do this and reach out in this very way

You will become so much better on that day

For you've given of yourself in full abandon

Of those things which bind you and did sadden



And having done so - you may now take delight

In knowing there are a few who are quite bright

And understand well the confusion you suffer

For they are experienced and thus do proffer



Their wisdom gained through many, many years

Of smiles and gladness mixed in with a few tears

And thus - this combination of extreme elements

Does give them much with which they can compliment



Your position - and by so doing - you will see

They can offer you so much more than a cup of tea

For they will see what it is which makes you tick

And thus they can provide you with their own magic.



- Tristram