The Stranger Poem by Vision Ghost

Delirium that begin to wear off as my eyes opened
The memories’ seconds flicker to now comprehend
Rising from lying here alone but realise I am so not
This stranger next to me sat with legs crossed on this spot

This cliff edge or perhaps a mountain I can’t decide
For somehow this could be anywhere to now reside
Pull myself up to ask of this figure for my location
He answers in a deeper tone than my own vocation

Seemingly he does not turn his head when I try to ask
But a voice is escaping me as confirmation is a task
I was somewhere else but now I am here with you
On this edge of reality beneath an unearthly sky of blue

He asks; “If a wish could be sought in this place what will? ”
“Or would you accept the feel of grass or bird song shrill? ”
Dizzy with a new sensation of intellect I am so beseeched
To seek the answer for the question I want impeached

But a respect is dawned by this figure beside me here
He asks; “Did you come here upon completion or fear? ”
“For what now is undone and perhaps shall never so be? ”
A sting of precaution surges to my eyes as I try to see

I close them and fathom the gift of a simple lullaby
A tree to guard against darkness, kissed by a butterfly
But something soothes me suddenly when in realisation
This is purposefully a spirituality of an apparition’s visitation

“Not quite! ” He returns my thought without moving his lips
Startled to this remarkable feat that my realism now tips
To a new venturing of theory of where the hell I am
I am drugged, I am dreaming, I am sleeping, it’s a scam

But nothing seems to fit, not quite or just simply wrong
A sinister panic creeps upward, wishing not to prolong
Desperation for something of clarity beckons like hunger
While I sit confused as slowly my shoulders start to hunker

This shadowy figurine turns to me with a calming smile
“She will be in safe pastures of her future.” in exclaiming style
His lips again; motionless as a hand touches my shoulder
Waves of comprehension drift as I feel my soul grow colder

“I will take this step with you from this place to completion.”
Fortitude of acceptance becomes a sense of absolution
So slowly I close my eyes and exhale my finality of breath
Before I am accompanied by this spectre, my angel of death