The old,grey cobblestone
leads to the archway
in front of the church
that supports the bell
which rings at seven.

How many footsteps have touched it's surface?
Footsteps that carried the dreams and sorrow of many.

At seven
as the bell rings
the lights start to glow
dangling from their cord
like a vine over the street.

People casually walk through the courtyard
peering into windows
talking and laughing
graciously being.

Voices slightly heard
through gradually darkening air
voices carefully crafting verses
in Spanish.

Life is easily seen
from the second floor terrace
peace in it's purest shape
trust and truth.