the tempest, one year later

by walterdoege

the tempest was tough…swept away the most secure place at my house…the place where i sit down in my armchair corner to write, to read, to pray, to contemplate the world…today the time is an issue that makes matter…I have my glasshours and my old compass…the hills of books are some special walls…somehow reshaped…the essential of my house is the same…and today my house is a sweet, sweet home…and I can jump the roadblocks of the long run trustful in goodness…ever good futures…I can keep on going the loving road…roll on, loving road, roll on…love ahead…my heart is open…to ever good futures…and lovers, please, keep on loving…the river goes to the ocean…to love…the ocean that refuses none of us…the love that refuses no river