I’d moved on
For reasons vague,
Like vision fades
For bygone days,
Where but a trace
Of puerile dreams,
For untried place
Fashioned a need,
That time in wait
Might so achieve,
An understanding
Not yet discovered,
Wants one explore
Afore life quenches
That thirst to roam,
Till years suggest
Look for the road,
Leads the way home!
Poetry on a canapé 
Lovely.
Thanks Paulette… just a little something to keep a line open to the simple things, as in from then to now, with memory intact. Jean-Jacques
Just today, my mother and I were talking about the meaning of “home.” To me, it is the single word that defines belonging, respite, safety. I think that we are all trying to find our way home, in one form or another. I think it takes a lifetime for the definition of “home” moves as we move from stage to stage. This is the line that resonated:
“An understanding
Not yet discovered,”
We know that there is an understanding, but it must be discovered…
Yes, it’s where the heart of the piece resides, and where we finally will find home where heart is at peace, alone or sharing a like sapience. I like the way you bring my words to heart, your and your surroundings. Thanks Rececca. Jean-Jacques Fournier