[188] For Little or Long

When you both long for change and things to remain

Does the chameloen feel the same?

I see rust forming on things meant to last beyond

forever rains, snow, heat, cold, and desert storms

oh what is left untold, as we stroll and grow older

or let slip off our lips when better yet skipped

But I've lost my way, what were the words of today

that I found falling from my heart, as my eyes awake

like moonshine and crickets, and the longing

or seeking for simple and awe,

and you at my side, for little or long.