HE VISITS MY DREAMS
I haven’t seen him for a while, haven’t thought of him till now,
He would visit my dreams late Into the night, he stood outside.
I was alone In the house, the darkness was with me each time he came,
He knew that I was there just as I knew him, peek out the window I would.
When he visits my dreams I see him standing out In the dark, just standing,
He wears a robe of black with a hood so you can’t see his face, he’s In the wind,
There Is no one else around, always alone am I when he visits my dreams.
Why Is It so quiet, dark, and seems as If the world holds not another soul,?
This which I write Is a dream that on occasion does really visit me.
I wonder who he Is and where he Is, I’m glad he hasn’t been back,
Was there a reason for his visits, has he gone away so that I may dream In peace.