declaration of mild, yet entirely unwanted, interest in the everyman-and-woman

[Dandeli]

Streets echo - those voices blend and weave.

The rhythm of life - what is the truth woven in it's ceaseless beat?

I yearn for solace; I explore these patterns eternally conceived.

I'll yearn to know it; joy, sorrow, bitter and sweet.

 

My eyes have been weary, watching this world unfold.

It's myriad of stories, trials and dreams.

Found within, a tale oft is retold.

One of wars waged, victories, and silent screams.

 

Whispered tales, shared beliefs.

There was the echo of a common thread.

Yet now I learn they beat with meaning.

Found in the cycles that bind us, and the paths we tread.

 

I will learn about you, story of life.

And the fate that we must all face.

Take my hand, sacred church.

And in understanding, may I find solace.
 
The gentle embrace of friendship,
Consider it's blade to have struck true.
A balm for my soul's eternal unrest.
One in which has made my heart thrice beat anew. 

Let it stay,
Let it stick.
Let me keep this memory.