My Home

This home changed twice around me.
Once it was filled to the brim with books,
With love, with all the luster of youth.
Then the heat escaped,
The ceiling needed patching,
The floor left splinters.
Day turned to night,
But there was no light.
When morning broke I climbed,
To patch those holes,
But I opened my eyes to find,
A room of beauty,
Music and roses,
Orchids and white sand.
The sun shined through,
Diamonds burned my eyes,
This house, this room,
It wasn't mine.
When I blinked it was gone,
I was here again,
My real battered home,
With just one sad song,
Where I suppose I belong.