Woke up about an hour ago just sitting in my chair

Had slippped into dreamland, whilst with great care

Making link-tables at bottom of each and every page

Doing it so quickly after awhile, mind must have aged



Drifting away, silently, and so very far out of grasp

Lost a few hours, and the rhythm which'd been task

Woke up, brushed off, carried myself off up to bed

There to lie body down and rest my aching head



But an hour went by, and sleep would not overtake

So, brought myself back down, resuming my stake

After chaining dog on step in eerily warm day-night

Filled with the surreal fullness of a moon's hazy light



Which brightens with harness, the quiet of a 4am night sky

Covering the mist of spindly trees uncovered and untied 

A picturesque vision which fits not at all with the season

Opening eyes up to realization of lack of rhyme or reason



Mysteries of life do sometimes abound and then magnify

Ones which are as unanswerable as meanness and lies

And yet, we live with them, for we cannot, at all, resolve

Those for which there are no answers, as a bare sky evolves



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

4:10am Sunday 1/11/98