Now, I think, thanks to you and your very timely astral projection,
   I'm going to stop writing about deserts and mountains and winters for a time,
And instead start writing about gardens and forests and summers,
   golden days full of laughter and adventures and honeysuckle.

I've been wandering around in this guilty haze for so long,
   walking to and from Damascus and back, that I nearly forgot how to go home.
But that's what friends are for aren't they? For showing you how to be gentle with yourself,
    for showing you the way back to the beginning.