June, then September...
life dredges past
as an a
v
a
l
a
n
c
h
e.
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.