- difference -

what never happens? cusps of all
our dreams can seldom stay above
those lives, in part from parted days
and bottomless nights; by craze
of longing we breath in deep
when others swim slow in their need.
although we blend between the skies,
the scape of our long love defies
a natural dwindle - fought in vain -
and only pleasure does remain.

the time of a year is never long enough