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.