The melodies you create with your eyes can be heard by my soul.
The chorus your smile sings can be heard by angels.
The notes your swaying hair writes as it sways in the wind.
The song your image sings while you stand in the sun.  
You're poetry without words.

I took the walk.
Jumped the gate.  
The trail was there for me to follow.

I walked along it.
Toward the evergreen tree.  
With the sun west of me casting an eastern shadow.

The grass swayed in the wind.
The leaves rustled their descending song.
As the autumn ground collected them below.

I arrive to the evergreen tree.
Standing absolute among the leafless forest.
The lasting green of outglow.  

I'm Home. . . . . . .

: The misuse of power Vulcan Strafe: The dark heaven lightning.

He was defeated.  I had won.  The lightning I summoned from the darkest parts of heaven above had burned even his soul away. But at a much greater cost.  

The lightning I summoned out of anger and sadness, was spreading planetwide and I could not stop it.  It became so intense that it started to destroy the very ground itself penetrating through the heart of this planet.  

It became more and more intense. I was immune to it and had to watch this planet die. As it ended, I was left alone among the stars where this beautiful planet once resided.  All because I let lose all my anger and hate toward this horrible being who had killed thousands.

Now I am the being who killed billions.

The dark forest was full of whispers.
Voices of yesterday and tomorrow.
A ghost looks for his lost sister.
A phantasm full of sorrow.  

Music is played by the trees.
Melodies and notes.
Sung out by the rustling autumn leaves.
Without lyrics or quotes.

Starless is the sky.
Absent is the moon.
Only a blanket of shadow high.
And trees with unseen runes.

(Is there an emotion for mystical? I suppose it would be to be mystified. Perhaps awe is the word I am looking for.  I was in awe at the sight of him! I was beyond mystified!)

It started in the Yellow Wastelands.  Where life went to die.  As life dies there, they become a part of the Yellow Wasteland adding to his spread and growth becoming a sort of crystalline lattice.  All go willingly to the crystalline whisper. The whisper in recent theory emanates from the shining yellow crystals that grow among the Yellow Wasteland like blue bonnets in the Texas spring.  Once the Whisper is heard the victim willingly partakes in what we call The March. The March is a mindless saunter to The Yellow Wasteland where upon arrival they lay in the yellow dirt and slowly begin crystalizing. We have tried stopping The March. But have been unsuccessful for many years.  During the state of the march the victim gains a strange, extraordinary ability to control others as they see fit. If one or a group of people, try and prevent the march they will be controlled by the whisper to put the victim back on track.  The final equation that we cannot solve is why one hears the whisper.  There seems to be no pattern whatsoever.

On this day my daughter heard the whisper. We walked with her for hours on end.  My wife and son followed shortly behind whilst I walked beside her talking about memories and music.  My son then caught up and started to play his lute. He played song after song and sang beautiful lyrics that they wrote together.  My wife would then catch up to fix our daughters hair and clean her face as we walked and walked toward The Yellow Wasteland.  There were times where we would walk all together in a line and pray and pray.  

Over the Wolf's crossing trail was a hill. The hill was now called.
" The Last Ascend."    The Yellow Wasteland can be seen below.  We started the ascend up the last ascend.  Tears flooded all our eyes as we were powerless to stop The March.

the Loch ness Monster

sidewinds.

extending the shadows

of its neck...underwater.

those shadows won't

wash off, until The Loch

Ness Monster,

pays another visit.

All the colors I have seen seem like black and white.
This place had colors and showed what emotions look like.
There were no names of anything.
Just divinity, serenity, and beautiful light springs.

Switching colors now.  

The blaze is a feeling of warmth and coolness at the same time.
Your body will experience absolute all-in pleasure.
As you past forth the boundaries your brain has created.
You will activate the Interdimensional triggers in your extremities.
Moving into the other side and beyond.

Switching colors now.

It was in the fall.
Thats when I see them leave.
On a moonless night.
The stars leave from the sky.
Leaving behind a stellar phantasm of sky jellyfish in their place.