get time to blow down

by walterdoege

I need more time…I don’t know what is time…I don’t know what is space…I know that I need time to blow down…for a while..for a while to feel the blue…somethings make me feel blue…very deep blue…I guess anyone need that, but I write by my side…from the realm of my solitude…my boat…in my solitude I pray a time to blow down…Dear Lord, come back with my joy…somethings hurt me…reveries of persons I just say goodbye…reveries of days, hours, minutes, years that gone by…forever…today I feel the blue…I need more time…living: such a mistery…how is difficult to me to feel the end…somethings reach the final point…future is a narrow window today…future is a narrow window I see the ocean…I know: the ocean refuses no river…my pilgrim solitude…I go on…with the blue on my heart…with hope in my soul…with my sailing boat…with the futility of my love…Dear Lord, make the pain soon be over and open the doors for hope…hope never dies…life…what is life?…a walking to the final end and to the last goodbye?…from my solitude…I feel the futility of love…love, my only way…love, my only inspiration…sweet inspiration…to go on…to the destiny…Dear Lord, come back with my joy…I pray…my writing is a praying…the futility of love…I go on…confidence…faith…hope…love…I feel love now…in my blue I pray for joy