The Visitor
Come gather round children and listen now to me
I’ll tell you a story though some will not believe
Lay still, lay quiet in your linens of white
And listen to my tale in the soft candle light
Last night I’s awoken by the strangest cry
And I sensed a darkness in the corner of my eye
I tuned my gaze toward the strange silhouette
And I heard a voice that I won’t soon forget
The voice it quivered but I knew it all same
’Twas my long dead sister a-calling my name
Were my eyes mistaken did ears my tell a lie
I fell to my knees and asked the sky
The voice said it’s no mistake your eyes they tell the truth
’Tis me, your sister, who stand before you
I’ve journeyed so long through realms of gloom and haze
To visit you dear brother but long I cannot stay
Oh sister, dear sister are you spirit or are you flesh
You look a little different from the day that you left
I can’t quite recall as time so quickly passes
But I can’t say I remember that you ever wore glasses
She said, brother, you are right, these glasses are new
I just use them for reading and sometimes driving too
Hold on, I said, sister I thought you live up in the heavens so far
Is it my understanding that you still have a car??
She said, dear brother, yeah i actually have Mom’s old car
A lot of people bring them up here, they’re kinda nice to have
Sister I said, Are there roads or something up there to drive on?
I’m having a hard time imagining why you’d need mom’s car
Brother, honestly, I mostly just use the car for storage
My apartment is tiny and the closets are terrible.
Sister ok yeah I guess that makes a little more sense
But actually not really that’s all incredibly weird
Brother yes it’s weird I know but can we talk about something else
I didn’t journey all the way down here to talk about my car
Of course, yeah sorry, I guess the glasses just threw me off
Then then the driving comment further confused me, but sorry please go ahead.
Thanks, I just came to say I love my brother, please know its true
And I’ll always be up there looking after you