Hypocrites Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Words like honey, sweet and bright,
They say them softly, day and night.
But in their eyes, a distant gleam,
A hollow echo, like a dream.

Their tongues confess, their faces smile,
But truth is hidden for a while.
The heart within, a secret place,
Far, away from my embrace.

Their voices sing, a joyful sound,
But on cold and barren ground.
Their actions kind, a touch so fleet,
Yet in their souls, a hollow street.

They see me stand, they hear me speak,
But truth and feeling they don't seek.
Their words are empty, merely air,
Their absent hearts, I cannot share.

T.M.Solvang