Why here, of all places?

I had once a room
With a view to the moon
Who smiled through the night
But never stayed true.

So I traveled far
Searched the bottom of seas
Hoped to find
Road to my dreams.

Hope then was a kite,
Bright patch on the skies.
Soared so high,
It never touched ground.

But summer moved on,
Sweet rains going south
And vagabond heart
Stopped for a while.

Now ochre and reds
Weaving smoky dreams
Sang me lullabies
In hollow hills.

So I sent the prayers,
Whispers of light -
Up through the clouds
To stars high above.

And there was answer,
Amused and kind -
For there was home
And always, love.