On the trees fall a bright white

From a darkened sky, without bite

And inside, lines disappear into night

For layered trees reflect the edge of light



Masking a sun, clearing out shadows

Feeling the song's cast ... so narrow

And mind wanders into dark arches

Wafting thru portals, body marches



The walk is cobbled, the stones jagged

A mindscape floats upon things ragged

On either side ... walls reach up high

Bricks in layers - reaching to the sky



Founded upon promises made and broken

Many dreams built upon love's many tokens

And through it all - one lonely traveler ...

Loving the vision, but not the unraveler ...



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

3:55pm Monday, Jan. 25th, 1999