Change, and constancy
Still nostalgia of the soul.
So we live panting for the next
Memory of before.
Every always time
Heart slips into reverse
With forward thrust.
Fall dripped through my fingers,
Winter bared my flaws.
Spring sang sharp and
Summer stole upon me blind.
Apart from you, the charm
Is lacking in the face
Of change; chameleon-child
Wants faith for company.
Slowing future fades to memory--
Your presence perfect calm of constancy times change.
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