In a dream I meet <br />my dead friend. He has, <br />I know, gone long and far, <br />and yet he is the same <br />for the dead are changeless. <br />They grow no older. <br />It is I who have changed, <br />grown strange to what I was. <br />Yet I, the changed one, <br />ask: "How you been?" <br />He grins and looks at me. <br />"I been eating peaches <br />off some mighty fine trees."<br /><br />Wendell Berry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meeting-in-a-part/
