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.