Where now will you stay

On this brand new day ...

Are you really there for me

Or are you only a breeze?



You've passed my way before

Floating along with open pores

Oozing sensations from within

Showing them on top of your skin



I reached out to touch and to hold

But you considered me too bold ...

So I backed away and hid in anger

All a mask over the imminent danger



Giving you time to be on your own

And so you were, at least, in the zone

And now - you come right out of your hiding

And I feel myself gently backsliding ...



Even though it's a brand new day and season

There's no hope, here, without a good reason

For after those stalls of the past - the wrecked ship 

... Slowly sunk into oblivion, quite hard hit ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

2:35am Sat. June 20th, 1998