This is based on something I experienced
|I see you coming o’re the ground,
So desolate and bare.
With a face so smooth, and lonely,
And flowing corn silk hair.
You appear as if to be floating,
Across the blowing snow.
You seem to me transparent,
As o’re the ground you go.
You seem to’ve come from nowhere,
And nowhere is your destiny.
You go by without looking,
Such a shock to me.
As you are enveloped by the night,
Into the snowy screen.
I think to myself for a moment,
A ghost is what I’ve seen.