I count the minutes as they fall
Watching unfamiliar faces pass me by.
But the faces turn into those I know
Or once knew in an eloquent dream.
They become my friends, or friends of friends
And we laugh about our foolish thoughts.
The days and years dissolve into the air
But we do not give the calender a second glance.
We grow old and speak of the stars we've seen,
Of the clouds we've watched and the hills we've climbed.
Our eyes have seen much.
Our hands have touched many.
"It's a peculiar predicament that we're in"
A friend of a friend says to me.
I chortle and ask "but why, dear friend?"
"Because this is all an eloquent dream."
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