August 19, 2013


My new home
is behind a wall,
speak softly
to be let in.

Mention my name, 
say you're a friend.
They all know 
who I am.

You'll be pointed my way
and offered a map,
please don't stray
from the well-lit path.

In the dark
you'll hear whispers,
voices asking how ever 
you got in.

Reply you're here
to visit me;
they'll know
if I've managed 
to get out