A ghostly vision, one of a kind
a hand on my shoulder
like the strong leading the blind.
Never before have I felt the grip of air
but the grip lacked the comfort
I suppose the mind don't play fair.
This a future echo hope decided to share
the devastation as I turn and your just not there.
To the present I stand blissfully unaware
and to this angelic prophecy
my eye's patiently stare.