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.