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.