Communication can be so open, concise and clear

It can lead you to believe you have not any fear

For you have told another all there was to tell

Thus you'd believed they weren't under any spell



Which you had cast when at first you netted them

For you believed they fitted right along your hem

And then, as you got to know the situation better

You let them know all there was to know, and greater



For you'd wanted there not to be any misunderstandings

Which have come about heretofore in affairs at landings

When realization came some things would have to be done

From pockets lined with silk, of which there were none



And even knowing this, you still pursued with abandon

A dedication to the task you'd set yourself (planned on)

For you were so focused on what YOU needed out of it 

You did not listen to things said which explained a bit



Of the convolution of unclarified thoughts in your head

Which your naivete forced you to overlook with much stead

For if it didn't then affect the right here and right now

It was something which you could leave for another chow



And so was shelved forever the blending of good exchanges

For you had more pressing problems which involved ranges

Of moralistic views with pretenses of governing even more

Than just the few things which you itemized in your store



As we both ran down lists of opposing ideas and elements

And, in that process - we saw base differences in tenements

... Those things which give us all quite a bit of worth ...

But in some instances you saw it as coming from Mother Earth



So I cried out in anguish emblazoned with the pain of torment

But all you could see was a way your time'd be better spent 

So you did sever the thread which barely connected us two

And left me holding onto a muted receiver in shades of blue ...



- Tristram