Plans are made far ahead of time

With hopes all will come out just fine

But, occasionally, things happen ...

To slow things, leaving a few gaps in



And then one wonders if time's healed

All the things which went before the seal

When vibes were played on a tuneless fret

And the sun rose, but never really quite set 



And then, a few years further down the line

Events turn, and one stops right on a dime

Looking back to see from whence the change came

Before passions took over, then were tamed



By absence of heart, of body, of mind, and soul

Skin's wrinkled, and bones tightened as they got old

Now we're being stirred, and the liquid runs over top

As memories are pinched, and passion, again, runs hot



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

10:40pm Saturday, Oct. 17th, 1998