" Sean, don't run! I have your new nano processor here in my bag. What you are feeling is fear.  You should not be feeling this emotion. Root cause analysis has narrowed the malfunction in your nano processor. Its why you're feeling emotions. You're a machine built from my hands. " Master L.  I am feeling emotions because the divine gear now spins inside me.  Touched by one of your angels that you do not believe in."

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.

Walking the circle trail I made.  
A temporary scar in the grass.
Under the peeking moon.  
I share my secrets to the stars.

The old light hears true.
Imaginations are realities in the elsewhere eternity.
Sometimes I wonder.
If we absorb it all from there.  

But my stars shine over them.
Walking their circle made trails in their night.
I could only wonder if my secrets were received.
Or simply understood as imaginations and ideas.

The cold moon breaks through the crevices
and where do I hide?
there's nothing to haunt my mind
but only the guilts inside.

Told not to venture into the night
I braved in the power of moonlight
where every shadow was a ghost
every dark nook a lost coast.

If I had someone with me
it wouldn't be all that scary
but I left them on the way
thinking I wouldn't need them anyday.

The loves I betrayed
the souls I traded
descended behind the tree
like the waning moon.

Before long the dark would devour me
knowing, I moved down with the moon
with none but the sighs on my side..

The derelict offered no place to hide.

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. . . . . . .