Hanging in the air ...

Causing a long stare

Masses of clouds formed

In a long line at dawn ...



Tried to gaze beyond

As today's quiet song

Formed in front of mind

One of a special kind ...



Not even noticed at first ...

Until reflections in the glass

Made bright eyes look up high ...

Astonished at the dawn sky ...



Like fluffy white small pillows en masse

Extending well beyond ... without flash

And creating a long line in the sky ...

To the left of which - a clear deep blue dye 



A lens could have caught only part of it ...

And the scope would have been lost just a bit 

But the mind's eye trapped the scene ...

Reminding me of where I've been ....



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:07am Sunday, Oct. 4th, 1998