Perhaps you've lived in Oxford for a time, and had several friends gladly move here and sadly leave during your stay in the city. That's pretty common here. Although such apparently solid things are subject to change, sometimes it's the most apparently evanescent things that end up showing constancy.
Greyly, we awaken
In the colours we see.
A monarch sits on the nearest tree.
Green to ochre
Then a golden avalanche;
Still, she is ganshing to me
If I met you walking
Through a monochrome dawn,
We'd be bereft, but blunder on.
She'd be morning papers,
We'd be inchoate light
Mourning for sights and wonders.
Friends around here,
They make for quite an ephemeral cast.
But change is to be looked past -
Hope will last.
from Oh Sacred Surreal,
track released February 18, 2012
Music: George Townsend, Jesse Lloyd, Michael Dornan, Simon Tarassenko
Lyrics: Michael Dornan