The Nomad

A house I build, A house of stone,
I sew bricks together with concrete threads,
I paint the walls with a garish red,
A house with a thick set base and triangular head.

I sit facing my house on the old cracked bench,
With my face in my hands and dreams in my head,
And as a soldier faces the enemy with teeth that are clenched,
I declare it to be my home, this house in red.

She will be my first and last I say,
She will weather the storm of life,
She will be mine till my dying day,
She will graciously welcome my wife.

And I will never leave I swear,
Not for the world will I part with her,
Here is where I unfurl my flag,
To hell with the world for all I care.

A letter before the paint was dry,
A letter to leave for another place,
A letter forcing me to say goodbye,
A letter forcing this rat to join the race.

A house I build, A house of wood,
I nail down boards to make the walls,
A beauty she was, how elegant she stood,
I painted her brown, with a pretty white hood.

Atlast I have my home in this new land,
Atlast I have something that is mine,
Atlast a house shaped by my hand,
Atlast a feeling of possession so divine.

I stand across her with my hands on my waist,
The smile still glued across my face,
Arrives another letter, to go another place,
I turn around and walk back into the haze.

My girl reaches for my hand and holds it tight,
Her soft smile makes my melancholy melt away,
My love sings to me as she leads me into the night,
Her voice gives me hope of the dawn of a new day.

At last I know, At last I see,
She is the only one who truly belongs to me,
Not houses of bricks nor of wood,
Not paper money and bags of gold,
None of this can you forever hold,
Your future with them cannot be foretold.

When life is for rent, why yearn for wealth,
Only love is forever true,
Like the fall of thunder belongs to the strike of lightning,
My darling, I belong to you....