Dylan Note — Shelter from the Storm

The primal push and pull of love. It is no fantasy.

I’ll take it in as best I can. I’ll drag myself to thee.

Ah, she seems to understand all life has put me through.

Death is waiting in the wings to do what death will do.

A little something here inside. Look now, eternity!

Is there not more? I do not know. Come in, come in, says she.