In your lanes, oh friend, memories roam adrift,
In your lanes, oh friend, memories stray.
Each vein ablaze, eyes drunk with the past,
Each vein ablaze, memories aflame.
From slumbering streets, cold breaths now rise,
Through drenched nights, or nights yet to come,
A heart, it seems, has lost its way,
In your lanes, oh friend, memories roam adrift.
In your street, my friend, I've wandered long,
Behind your veil, I burn unseen, unknown.
A wandering mendicant, yours and yours alone,
Clutching this wish, I live and die this way.
Paths depart, voices turn unkind,
From your high window, a vision, a wave arising,
Within my heart, a star breaks on your street,
In your lanes, oh friend, memories roam adrift.
What more to ask of God above?
A harvest of all I've sought to find.
How arduous the paths, how weary the travelers' tread,
Voices echoed in the desert,
Yet unseen, unheard, they hide.
Waves rise in the river, embraced by the sea,
Desert to desert, your eyes; river to river, your desire.
A haven of clouds, a downpour of tears,
What is laughter? What is truth?
In your lanes, oh friend, memories roam adrift.
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