Castle

Still playing with 'castles and flames' for Leeds Savage Club writers' task:
  

Shall we build us a castle, to hide within,

and set lions at the gates? To chase all

the monsters away? Shall we lay down

a moat of deepest flames

to keep vampires

and werewolves at bay?

Shall we build our castle of no

bricks or stones,

but of arms and tender looks and

call it ‘home’,

shall we give it a roof

of dreams and wishes,

and build our bedroom of

a thousand kisses and caresses that

still us, and soothe? Shall we give it

windows of transparent truth, and a hearth

so it keeps a warm soul?

Shall we build its kitchen of secrets told,

over dinner,

of the way you smile, and of another

minute (that will make me late)

just spent it your eyes? Shall we

dig a hole in the garden for lies, and

back-fill the mineshafts with foolish

pride, to set

the foundations in trust?

Then, shall we fill our castle with love,

with music and laughter and the same

healing touch

to seek,

every evening when we draw up the bridge?

Shall we build our castle with all of these things,

so it can withstand any storm?

Shall we throw off care, and paint its walls

all the colours of joy that we please? With turrets of

blue and flags of cerise, and surrounded

by a sunset hue,

it may be 
the strangest castle that ever was,

but we built it;

me

and you.