week goes by
in the wink of an eye.
Friendships fall hollow, old ghosts remain, carefully tendered
by the rain.
Streets of the cities, i have walked
my feet ache from the miles, and yet they seem
a scant pathway to your door; where I sit now
contemplating old dreams that never change.
Old longings never subside, they rise in the breast as tides of change that never rest.
This is the only eternity; what exists in the world.