i sit and wonder of a lens through which to look at so many lives. forever patient, an explicant, quiet lap where heads are resting. where, seeking for relief, unsheltered masses find quarter; no lack of respect, no lack for wanting.
you stand steadfast and tall against gales untold. you hold strong as rain droplets trace down your cheek. you are shielding something important.
voice of metronome wrapped in silk that doesn't lose its place. you are finding a way on the outside and in to walk a street of safe returns.
do you remember? the songs you sang me? they were brief and gentle but the melodies echo in my halls. my days are colored in between the lines.