the tempest, eleven months later

by walterdoege

at this autumn cross over to winter, yesterday a strong storm came up the city…winds, rain, thunders in skies…the rainny drops entered my house in a lower grade, because I have stronger roofs…and stronger walls…such a big storm, this autumn storm!…resembled the tempest, almost one year later…when the more secure place in the world…my armchair corner inside my house…was almost sweap away…my small armchair corner is in the same place…I sit down at this little home inside my house…at the same place…at the same armchair…nowadays I take to draw some portraits…some drawings and painture work…I also write some handwriting notes and small manuscripts…I read a lot, although less than before…I write more…to save for later…stronger roofs…where the loyal doves seek for shelter yesterday…just before the storm first thunder…stronger walls in my house…open heart to love…a broader gate…to good futures…tiny layers in my heart, tiny wallbounds in my soul…soft walls in my life…when all walls has fallen…love arises…as the sun set at this today windy amazing dawn…when all is lost…love remains…when all my walls has fallen…I keep open to going on trustful…love ahead…guiding us…me and you…roll on, storms!,…roll on, tempests,…love remains my secure sweet sailing boat…close to the doves in their shelters upon the roofs…going on trustful through storms and tempests…such a brave warmth home…such sweet solitude…I don’t need you, but I love you…my dear reader…without you, why should I write these wandering phrases?…the seasons shuffle…my heart trustful…in human goodness…roll on, loving road…roll on