Down the memory lane

Down the memory lane 
You stand some blocks away 
Dipping into the heart 
I behold your secret sway 
Ripping all my pretences 
Revel thee in thine ever-presence 
Roaring laughter rearing a doubt 
Round about ways of the winning fate 
Abounding glory, abiding grace 
Thwarted desires, thirsting passions 
But ever and ever your Hand is there 
Somewhere, somehow, salvaging me 
Standing atop the Hills, south or north, 
Reclining across the rivery beds 
A rare stealth of vision I beg of Thee 
Just to compose my hungry soul 
That you are the self-same You 
Down my memory lane.  

Srirangam V Mohanarangan