I build a home

It wasn't for you that I lit the beacons

but when you answered

for you they continued to burn.

I did not open the gates upon your arrival

but since you came knocking

heraldic flags await your return.

I build

a chapel, to pray to the gods

of luck; blow your winds my way!

Howl a tune so I might see her

dance in my hallways.

I build

a courtyard, an open space

with young roses budding;

a place alive with my growth.

I build

a home.