Beyond the fault lines of our fragility,
growing imperfections,
decorated weaknesses,
and dislocations from rabid fears,
shivers from frigid tears,
and all that threatens the foundations of our love,
Beyond all these is a dream that restores all lost hope,
Beyond all these,
Right over there,
Beyond the distant horizon,
Farther than the eyes can see,
Close enough for the heart to feel,
Beyond all these is a land,
With a house to house this dream,
And all that is needed to make it true,
Weather the storms,
Let the GPS of your heart direct you,
I am leaving now,
I will see you there,
Don't be late!
Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary
