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.