The Home I Will Build For You

Let me tell you of the home I will build for you my love. I will build
you a fine home where the front door is made of laughter and when you
knock on the door it giggles and asks the knocker to stop knocking,
because being a door made from laughter, it tends to be ticklish, and
it would be greatly appreciative if they, the knocker, would be so
disposed as to use the door bell.

Once inside our home, visitors will be inclined to notice the special
wallpaper that runs down the length of the West facing hallway.  This
is a very rare wallpaper that I will have to travel far and wide to
find, it being made of butterflies.  Every visitor will attempt get
closer to look at the patterns of this paper, and as their curious
noses get closer, the butterflies will become startled and being held
to the paper by only the whispers of love, they will take flight; then
all of a sudden the front room of our home will be swarming with
butterflies of so many colors, like flying flowers from a botanist’s
illustrated book.  I can see it now.

Once the flutters stop fluttering, our visitors will find their way
into the main room which is centered on and large dinning room table
with a menagerie of chairs encircling it and by a lovely kitchen.
The table is large so large there is a coin operated telescope at one
end.   Most visitors will be startled when pressing their eye into the
eye piece they are able to see their long lost loves smiling and
dancing around the table.  At the other end of the longest table,
there will be another coin operated telescope, this one looking back
and them.  Everyone will be startled love, when they see their younger
self looking back at them.

Now let me describe the chair at the head of the table.  This chair
will be made by peculiar craftsman that I have found living in a
village in Algeria. it will be made from the light of the setting sun
that set in Skikdah, on a certain day when joy was especially
prevalent.   We will need to invent special spectacles so that the
ornate designs that I will have carved into the sun chair by the
smiles of summer children playing in the sea refusing to come home
when they are called by their parents, can be appreciated without

The chair at the other end of the table, will be, of course as you
know, made from the moonlight that cast shadows across our faces the
night we first met; that same moon that all the flying fish tried to
coax closer to the sea with their aerial acrobatics and their daring
feats of flying that made you say,

Now to the chairs sitting on either side of the table, these I will
make of worn stone that I will borrow from country fireplaces; those
stones that have been polished smooth by generations of stories about
love, and adventure, those stones that warmed every imagination  till
the last ember popped and closed its eyes, tired as the rest of the

And then there will be the kitchen.  Here will be hearth and heart of
our home, where the cabinets will be made of the same material as the
front door; they being cousins, and of course as you have always said,
“What kitchen is worth its salt with out laughter?”

I see you wrestling a hot wind back under a pot, since our stove will
work by winds, zealous Zephyrs from Greece and Solicitous Siroccos
from the Saharan sands and Leveches out of Libya, their
mischievousness not always appreciated when they are supposed to be
warming the butter. You will smile and flinging the little zephyrs
under the pan.  You are the Queen of the home I will build you.

While you cook for our myriad of guests, I will show them the rest of
our home.  I will show them the room that is just for old umbrellas
and the room just for birdsong.  I will show them the library filled
with our writing and with low voices singing love and stories never
heard before and where angels will chase each other among the folios.
I will show them the attic made of glass so that in the end all of
life’s secretes will be revealed.   I will show them our bedroom and
they will be impressed by the soft and billowing bed I have made for
us, from your nights dreams and our love sighs.   And of course the
headboard will also too be made from the same material as the door
that delights with its random laughter.

From our room to the spare bedroom, this room will be well welcoming
to anyone who wants to stay over, even with the small cloud sulking in
the corner. I will tell our guests about the rules of the home where
the inappropriate use of thunder and lightening from a small cloud
indoors is never allowed, especially thunder and lightening that is
meant only to torment the cats.  Young clouds are in need of an
appropriate time out from time to time.

Oh the home I will build for you and the room we will build for our
child, ahhhh this room cannot be described my love, because there are
no words in any language to describe this room.  I have looked in odd
and diverse Encyclopedias, corresponded with architects of mysterious
buildings and dark women of letters, and to no avail.  Let it be as
the Gypsy King said

“Let music not words be the way to show what the beauty of this room will be.”
Alas, can you hear it my love?

Lastly I will build our garden. Many will be impressed with the
fountains and the peacocks whose hundred eyes of their feathers will
tell the future of our guests and by the fireflies and humming birds
that will chase each other around the yard.  The yard will be filled
with the sound of small chimes, each flown around by dragonflies and
the tinkling caused by their constant play of near misses and proofs
of daring.  And this, this will only be possible because of you my
love and  your patience, for  the hummingbirds, fireflies and
dragonflies will,  eventually after much deliberation, will always do
as you request.

Many will be speechless and will not know what to say when they
visiting the home I will build for you and fewer still will understand
that this is not just a home, but is my portrait of you.



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