May 09 2007
The Magic House
It stood on a hill and on full moon nights, it radiated a blue light that gave it wings. From my window I watched it, readying myself for its ethereal flight to its home in the heavens but it hid its journey from me - casting its spell, it sent me to my dreams.
It sighed with the night breeze and laughed with the rain. It was my inspiration, my touchstone to flights of fancy and impossible stories. I told it my secrets and it saved them, never revealing to another soul their hiding place. It fed my eyes and soothed my spirit. My portal to sanity and safety.
My first sight of the day, my last sight of the night - my rock of persistence and continuity. My heart held fast and loved its shutters and windows, shingles and doors, shadows and light. My Magic House of childhood dreams.
copyright 2007
