Sunpeaks in a pale blue sky

Pink streaks folded into pies

Layers of inivisible crusts ...

Luscious fillings oozing just



Beyond the point eyes can see

Where vision lingers over the trees

And taste is all in the mind's eye

For beauty is fleeting, for you and I



But lasts eternally in a dawn's light

Where can be seen a lovely sight

Caught forever in the mind's cells

To last an eternity, where it jells



And can be called upon to be replayed ...

For it will always be there, completely saved

As the vision evolves into a lasting paste ...

Becoming one ... glued, with exquisite taste



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:43pm Saturday, Dec. 18th, 1998