There the crescent moon masquerade as the sluice of the slough marooned from reality; Brightened in spaces embraced by the Darkside of it's gothic status .
I walk through the light. In a Parallel world I step in. I find you there. In a there where you are not gone. Is it possible to make this version of you fall in love with me again? Do I follow the map to your heart here in the same path? Everything feels right. I suppose I'll let this soul ocean drift me to you and you to me.