Fantasy House


Deep inside a house of whimsy,
world held out by walls so flimsy;
escaping from the world outside,
in a refuge made to hide.

Solace offered by this place,
as I seek to hide my face;
fleeing all that threatens me,
everything I'll never be.

Returning to my childhood now,
trusting without asking how;
imagination running wild,
hoping as again a child.

Magic here is real and new,
fantasy has its place too;
no one to look down or sneer,
there is nothing that I fear.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison