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.