Guardian Angel-Letter 4 It's time to bring you back again, Emmy Things are becoming surreal, But as I recreate you, envision your life, I can't help but to mourn for you. You were there in silent monument, As my thoughts dared to creep into a mystical respect, Oh, I was brave, no doubt in that, Bravery forced only by the presence of innocent companions, We came in search of the awe-inspiring northern lights, They left with just satisfaction, But I left with a new chaotic understanding, For as their focus reached the sky, I hadn't the nerve to shift my gaze heavenward, Instead it fell upon your memory, -A memory before my physical existence. I fell in love with your idea that night Emmy. I penned the justification in my suicide, Placed it securely and went out to seek you again, But I couldn't face you Emmy, I had to avoid and retreat, But my failed venture to seek you wasn't the least in vain. I was welcomed with concern and honest love, And the ere hidden debate of selfishness sat on the table, A desparate testimonial to their new understanding, I talked and talked but I didn't once mention you, Though you were sitting on top of my soul, And they listened and I became worth something, Emmy. Now I am frightened again to lose my self But as long as you're within, I know I won't forget, It may have been a century past your deliverance, But you are still very much alive.