There are times I look up to see why

A large silver dollar in the night sky

Beams down at me its smile and grin

A knowing one which lances my chin



It cannot know my pride, fears or angst

And yet I feel that beam and give thanks

For I am alive and here to tell the tale

Of wonder of life which has given me sail



From corners of the globe to other places

Where I have settled in under God's graces

And the beauty of my life has given me hope

Which very few have for they are tied with rope



And the knots which bind them keep us apart

Whilst they ply their trade and I see to my art

Under a crystal moon which shines its glance

Over me as I whir quietly without any chance



Of ever connecting with their lives for their cogs

Turn in directions which cannot set fire to my logs

And I consider well the sadness of burnt-out embers

Which fizzle out for they've forgotten so much more 

                                                than others do remember



Christopher W. Thomas

5:05am Tuesday October 14th, 1997