Hey Hey Hey..
The Sun is out and the clouds persist,
It warms the heart and tingles these fingers of mine.
Breathe in.. Breathe out.
We're all trying to make sense of it.
What was meant to be the destination,
could it just be a detour to the real adventure.?
The map I had believed in, is incomplete.
Prophets of all shapes and sizes.
Colors of peace and that of hatred.
Of love and some of solitude.
Reminiscent of a guitar string plucked.
There are smiles and there are smirks.
There are winks and brushes.
Most are warm, a seldom few, distracted.
Faith; it keeps the world revolving.
From the West, they come.
From the East, they come.
From the North, they came.
The South, not far behind.
Strangers nearer than family.
One became two and yearn to recapture old form.
It's not rocket science, it's just everything that isn't.
Hey, Hey, Hey. Breathe In. Breathe Out.
I feel I am home,
Yet, the furniture is askew.
Everything beckons and I've re-found my lost half,
hopeful for the hills rather than the valleys.
Goedendaag en tot ziens..
Dit is mudi, idum, marie en muxxxi met liefde.
omdat ik AMsterdam
