Seeing all of those birds all lined up

Counting them one by one in your cup

Getting ready to cross those bridges way ahead

When all you really need do is get out the lead



Deciding ahead of time what goes where 

Choosing paths without even giving stare

Exchanges of the mind alone are so bare

When all that matters - if you really do care



Is to come face-to-face with the soul and heart

Who's lit a fire under you, providing a new start

For this person deserves more than just a nod

They deserve to be on the same ground you plod



But this will never happen if you score the wood

Upon the bridge you've not yet crossed nor would

For your journey is all a long trip only in your mind

You will never get to - as long as you remain blind 



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

6:15pm Sunday, March 29th, 1998