I Wanted To Be An

Words Can Wound, And Wounds Can Heal.

You Were Her Way Here, And It's A Dangerous Thing To Be A Door.

This Is How You Do It: You Sit Down At The Keyboard And You Put One Word After Another Until Its Done. It's That Easy, And That Hard.

When You Reach The Little House, The Place Your Journey Started, You Will Recognize It, Although It Will Seem Much Smaller Than You Remember. Walk Up The Path, And Through The Garden Gate You Never Saw Before But Once. And Then Go Home. Or Make A Home. And Rest.

What Do Stars Do? They Shine.