Three o’clock in the morning
And I am wide awake –
Something roused me from my sleep –
The room is all aglow
And over in the corner
A mirage of shimmering light
Heightens my awareness
In the stillness of the night;
And as I lay there watching
The mirage begins to move –
Coming ever closer
Though I am not afraid;
I feel a strange sensation
Of peacefulness and love
This vision has a tenderness
I recognize the scent
Of someone dear I used to know –
She’s come to visit me;
Slowly from the shimmering light
A tendril reaches out
And softly brushes o’er my cheek
A fleeting sweet caress
Then slowly disappears;
Was this just a waking dream?
Or was she truly here?
I’d never ever seen a ghost,
And yet I had no fear;
We used to play the ouija board
When she was still alive
She always said she’d let us know
What happens when she died;
If anyone could do just that
I know it would be her –
She was always someone special
Even on the other side!
Midnight Visitation
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