Working on the House of Blue

I am working on the House of Blue,
the house of my dreams, the house of my wonders.
I am working on the House of Blue
like a woman carrying  a child, he says
You need to do nothing for it, he says
Just let it grow, the seed is planted, he says
I am wortking on the House of Blue
I am working on the colours I try to accumulate around me
I am working on the stones I wish to scatter around me
I am working on the light I let in around me
I am working on the people I like to have around me
I am working on the words that surround me and are inside me


I am working on the House of Blue
because that's what I need to do
I am working on the written word
because that's what I need to do
In one month
I wrote it, it was bad
but will be good.
My dream will be good too, if it ever comes to pass
My house will be welcoming, and clean
My house will be filled with blue, and gleams
My house, our house, of people that have yet to come
of people who are waiting


I am working on the House of Blue
because there will be order in liberty
freedom in our paths and minds
people will come and go, or come and stay
good news will come and be shared
bad news will stay outside
It will be our haven
It will be our prize

Tragedy and joy strike the House of Blue
in happy pats on the back and harsh smacks on the face
but we won't be alone we will share all
we will create a tribe where the outside is outside
and the inside will be true.

I am working on the House of Blue.