I have a friend who I have known Since our pebble-picking days Since a bird's cry, a rain-shower Could wash all our fears away Since we learned to tie our laces In a big, unwieldy bow
When we linger in a dream Of a day which once was We find ourselves Less alive Than before Something is lost in transition Something dies in thought New songs grate on the ear
Age-old, footsore, weary He treads the same timeless path Frozen as it is into meaningless stones Which tell him nothing of sultry skies and silver stars. Echoes of happenings yet to be