June, then September…life dredges past





as an     avalanche.     A 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.