the tempest, ten months later

by walterdoege

I remember the tempest…on late spring…throw me  away from the safest place I believed was the most secure place of the universe…my armchair, my little corner in my house…surrounded by my books…hills of books…the big books in the basis…the pocket book at up site…today the books are around other places…some little hills at the floor…but I stay sitting down in the same armchair…in the same corner…the same spotlight shinning my writings…readings…memories…reveries…wishes…my house is more a home after the tempest…that spring tempest that seems to sweap my place away…my little shelter…my little nest…my little space of peace, freedom, joy and love…the late spring tempest turned my home a more sweet and warm home…it’s just  autumn…the autumn warmth…the autumn leaves at streets…the summer in my soul…today…the golden full moon seems to look at me…I noticed her at the set horizon…when sun and moon meet each other…full moon…lovely night…the tempest change somethings…the tempest made transformations…I keep standing trustful…keep going to futures…and as an endless lullaby…the full moon seems to sing with me a sweet song…and we keep going trustful to good futures…me…and you