It's the end of the month

So now the time's come

To put in the extra hours

To catch up on those towers



Of things I've been putting off

Believing there was still a lot

Of time to do all of those pages

Which exist now only in stages



Some are placed but not filled

Some are ideas, and only still

In plans rooted really only in the mind

Where they've stayed till now, in a bind



Of gold-embossed leather covers ...

In dark browns, maroons and some other

Where my mind's only thus envisioned ...

My own true heart's ultimate mission



The real goal of all my mind's rhythm ...

To see my words published between them ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

10:15am Monday, Nov. 30th, 1998