I Never Realized That The Blue Sky

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

Love, How Often That Word Came Up In Books Over And Over Again. If You Had Wealth And Health, And Beauty And Talent...you Had Nothing If You Didn't Have Love. Love Changed All That Was Ordinary Into Something Giddy, Powerful, Drunken, Enchanted.

Mine Are The Deep-seated Fears Established When We Are Children, And They Never Quite Go Away: The Fear Of Being Helpless, The Fear Of Being Trapped, The Fear Of Being Out Of Control.

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.

Love Doesn't Always Come When You Want It To. Sometimes It Just Happens, Despite Your Will.