• I see that black figure,
    Standing to the west,
    With it's black jacket,
    And dark blue vest,
    It glides in the wind,
    Like nobody's there,
    But all I can do,
    Is watch it and stare,
    It comes closer than ever,
    My eyes getting wide,
    I say,
    "Who are you? And why do you glide?"
    It makes me wonder,
    And tremble with fear.
    Tears overcome me,
    "I wish he was here"
    I think,
    but then again,
    He may melt in my heart and I will surely sink.