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
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Hey there Sarah,
. Sounds like a great place though…..
have to admit, I don’t think I am bright enough for this one. Read it yesterday and came back today to re-read it. I think it’s probably because it’s not connecting to any of my experiences.
The consolation is the picture and your last line, guess that explains why I can’t follow, never had that dream
hi spaz,
i doubt it has anything to do with your brightness - it may just be that it’s not that good or it’s incomplete. or both. believe me, i’ve come up with plenty of duds in my day and will probably come up with more in the future. thanks for reading.
sarah
“Soothing the spirit”, something I am trying hard to find in this life.
hi tom,
i thought this was too obtuse for most. it was really just an image from a back corner in my mind. i’m glad it soothed.
sarah
Dear Sarah,
What I love about literature in general and yours in particular is that the text can speak to you, serve as a sign, give advice, dispell loneliness, or bring depth to an otherwise banal view of urban living. This will not be found in ordinary conversation, that’s why some people still feel desolate despite being in a crowd.
Yours, and most of the classic literature(s), can be really intimate in their words up to even the tantric level.
Without you knowing it, an author can be your best lover.
I hope you find this comical as it is duhdacious,
Tom
hi tom,
but, i always thank you for reading. i appreciate it very much. 
sarah
tranic? duhdacious? lol - big words for a monday morning. i can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not.