Subject: Mirrors From Floor to Ceiling
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s31.erols.com
Date: Sun Jan 18, 1998 at 5:00AM

The trees sheathed in ice brought back memories

Of a time when heart was hurried but body free
And a house was discovered with pretty brooks
Over which Japanese-style red bridges looked

And all flanked with high spiked wood fence
Which reminded of forts, built there to prevent
Casual passers-by from seeing inside to walls
Covered by mirrors thruout, from doors to halls

All front walls were French-style, made of glass
So yet another reason for a high fence to mask
For anyone standing on the outside looking in
Would see right through glass to all reflecting

Back from inside walls which formed the rooms
And freedom to move would be inhibited soon
So the fort-like fence was absolute necessity
To keep in reflections of life shared fully ...

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
5am Sunday Jan. 18, '98