The day when someone you care for, reaches out

To talk, to listen, to share feelings and views about

All the topics discussed in the three months before

When you came so close to sharing forever more



But chose not to, after the realization came to be

It could only be a temporary visit, not shared free

For life is complicated, and puts up its obstacles

Whenever those plans are made to change it all 



And then - what seemed a vision worth sharing

Suddenly becomes an adventure just too daring

So, plans are scrapped, and put on back burner

For whatever was before, was seen as a learner



... Those times when we envision pretty scopes

Based on good feelings, desires, and full of hope

But then the reality sets in, and we see the image

Of misdirected focus, and so we pull up quite timid



For the picture seen, was solely based on real fire

And fuel which ignited it, is flickering by the hour

Ticking away the time shared whilst plans erode

And the reality of years gaining has now showed



For the next three hundred and sixty five days 

- Take the soul along the path to the fortys page 

And from there on's a countdown to middle age

A time when most of us find self out of the daze



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

6:30pm Wed. May 27th, 1998