The Wraith
There’s a wraith that glides through my life
She’s the ghost of a wounded soul
From a place of no darkness or light
She finds me
She’s a whisper I hear from somewhere
She’s a cold breath I feel in the air
Though her head’s in a veil
And her heart’s in a shroud
I know
She is watching me
And her image hangs in the air
When she disappears
Like a soft morning fog
That dissolves around me
When I run my hand through the cloud
That once was the mist of her shroud
My fear is so real
But the thrill that I feel
Tells me
She is calling me
And I long to see her face
Though she scares me so
Through my terror I feel
My hand reaching for her
When my senses finally fail
And at long last I lift up her veil
Her eyes will meet mine
And my time will arrive
I know
She’ll carry me away
