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.

it's old longings never subside, they rise in the breast as tides of change that never rest.