As we go on through  

This life we own

Sometimes we do 

Find we have shown

Ourselves to be part

Of a much greater whole

As we've expressed art

In words sometimes droll

And at others, we amuse

Some minds with our fuse



Of probing teases

Which do please us

And then we entice

With things nice

And as we evolve

We often solve



The mystery of vacuum

Which provides no tune

As we attempt to share

All we can in our lair

And then see pleasure

Which could've measured

Our souls by its unfolding

And instead, we got scolding



Love which is in tune

Knows there will be moons

Which pass over dark skies

And beam us beyond the lies

To brighten up our hearts

And give us new starts

Of days which can number

Nights when we slumbered



Instead of facing our truth

Which sings out over roofs

Which shelter our pride

As we pen words as we hide

And know deep in our soul

All we've done is to pull



Loneliness away some

By becoming as one

With like souls who

Came with us from blue

And chose to enjoy 

Us, and thus employ



Our hearts in feelings

Which sent us reeling

And then as we stretched

Our arms as we fetched

Hollowness from within

We sensed we were tin

Soldiers who marched

In patterns, and parched

From all the hard work

Which we did, so to perk



Us up from our depression

As we did press on and lessen

Feelings which did so enmesh

Us in sorrow, and so pressed



We needed those scenes of light

In order to shun off our blight



And those who love should see

Hearts which so deeply bleed

And give us our full measure

As we partake of little pleasure



Which does not hurt them at all

If only they would see the whole

Picture of great circumstance

Which was filled with instants



Clicked upon shutters 

Which provided mutters

Flowed from half-breaths

As life soared, and shed

Inhibitions which held us

In strict poses shelved as



We came so alive

And pain did subside

For moments of delight

As we shared - our right



And now I say I can see

There have been other me's

Who would not have filled

A certain role which tilled



Such a harvest of beauty

As though it'd been duty



But THIS me - did SO enjoy

A weakness which was the boy

Inside of me still raging

As though I were staging



A return to times when

Fun was first opportune

And thought of consequence

Had no limit to expense



And I know now I can stand

And feel proud as I land

Myself in beauteous gardens

As I'm awed - and do harden



And look down at all the wonder

Which has been my pleasure, under

Moves of shared togetherness

Which has eluded me in a mess

Of choices made so complex

I now live under extreme vex

For life which I do traverse

Is convoluted in some perverse

Wanderings of my racing soul

Which never rests as it calls

Out for a true audience

Which understands the sense

Of wonder I feel to be part

Of this stage - which is ART.



- Tristram