Upon Awaking from a Fitful Nap

He was there
Not spectral nor ill
In all his fullness and spirit
His hair as bright as ever
Wearing the very shirt he left us in
(of this I have no knowledge
but I knew)
He was there

I watched him move
I watched him sit
No one spoke a word
Did he know?
Did I know?
It happened
Though so far removed
I can doubt

For fear of
Breaking the spell
I tread away
From what I knew the truth
I asked no questions
In my hysteria

Later
I recounted the
Apparition
To two who were there
But not there long ago
Still they knew
I had told them
And now
My claim
Disturbed them
As much as I

He was there
Just as I had left him
Not how he left
He was not a specter
In my vision
I knew him real
He was not a specter
No not at all
He was there


I miss you, Sean. Thanks for visiting.