the tempest: six months later

by walterdoege

so, time passage…the tempest arrived six months later, but I sense if it came yesterday…the great tempest that put troubles in my house and in myself…while I write I watch the nowadays arrangement…some little changes I did like rearranging the hills of books, CDs, papers, handwritings, clipings of newspapers, calendars, souvenirs, little objects, trinkets of all sort, knicknacks, some photos, paintures, flowers in the little garden…blossom at summertime…gifts, postalcards, writings, and the light spot in the corner I ‘ve guess was the more secure in the universe…I watch also a little tree with all sort of colors…blue, red, green, yellow…sweet glowing at sunlight noonday…the sun is up in sky and the moon is arriving…yesterday was spring, today is summer…hot days…I also watch a dove over a roof in neighborhood built roof…under a shadow corner…the dove walk a little bit, sit down carefully…there’s must be hot there too…some other birds try short flies…a couple of birds builded a house in my window chamber…since the winter season…they sing loudly and try longer mellow flyings…till a big tree also near the window…spring departure with rainny two days…summer arrival at a friday windful week…today is saturday, and a holiday weekend invites for parties…the city is quiet and i almost can listen the silence…I played some wandering jazz in my acoustic old piano…the improvisation was upon ‘take five’…and ‘solitude’…some interpretation, but I sensed a improvisation somehow very different…somehow joyous…the blue note supporting minor scales trials…I played softly any key…melody, rhythm, harmony…after more than one hour I stop the improvisation letting go loudly the last note, sun…G key in music notation…the tempest bringed more melody…more sweetness…the blue note ring loudly and I let it go with the winds..inhabiting my joy and my hope…listening the blowing winds…wind was a compannion in this summer day…and I listen the invitation for a world party…a party at the world…each day the world begins…and the song flying in the wind reach all people…each day the world begins…the tempest does not touched what lies within us…and love goes ahead…the long run…the longing to the long and lovely road…it’s a wonderful world…we are the world…we build the world each day…in each morning I sense a brand new world…without you, why shall I write?…I am not alone with you…I don’t know about you…I can not write what you want or need to write or say or exprees in a free way…we are not alone…I may be alone, you too…we never stay alone…I can feel my deep and sweet solitude, to share with you…we are never alone…we have nothing, but love…longing to the lovely road, we can keep on going trustful…love is ahead…love is within us…and during the tempest, love blinks all time…we can keep on going trustful on the road…hard road…sweet road…we can build the road…and keep on going…love remains, love is ahead…love glowing, light blinking, life to please anywhere…just stay us alive in…in the highway…in the free way…in the amorous way…always…after the tempest, a brand new road…we are lovers…so, keep on living…let’s go free and joyful…the road is with us…in each daily trial…good will…brand new good world…we are the world…if i sense a begining of the world in each morning, I do not see any end…love is within us…more than ever…lasting for ever…we can go together…no matter the road…we build the world…each day…day after day…night after night…tempest after tempest…breeze after breeze…more than ever…year after year…till an endless time…together we can sing…and dance…and love…love to love…but, with you…we are sensing the love within us…love is not a word…love is a wonderful experience for me…and I am with you