A visitor who came one day
Later on became a friend come what may~
And her being aware of all I was as well
We often talked of all each had to say~
In passing of time she had rang me
And wanted know if I was free~
She was so concerned as it was to be
Wanted come around after a year or three~
She sat there as we talked in candle light
And so concerned was she upon this night~
Said she'd had a dream and to her fright
Everything about it was deadly right~
She had dreamed that through the sky she flew
At night when asleep she was it's true~
Over places she'd been and places she knew~
But she flew on to a place she'd not been to~
Gliding through a window of an empty house
Seeing all furniture within covered with a sheet~
And after trying to find where she was
Found a photo of a lost brother head to feet~
Awakening next morning aware
Looked up her brothers name three cities away~
Finding him eventually he told her that
His new wife and he had been on holiday~
In their absence he had decorators in
To paint and fix and repair~
And all in the home had been covered up
And that photo of himself was there~
This woman was one of business and truth
I knew her so to be~
And after this dream had come to her
She wanted so to talk to me~
It seemed that just before then her lost brother
He had as well had a dream of need~
And not having heard from his sister in so long
Wanted to find her where abouts with speed~
Some dreams are dreams and some are not
Some are very different things~
Some are so ever meant to be
Surprising what dreaming sometimes brings~
But I feel that so much is meant to be
Help from those that once were with us here~
And feeling that there's something we wish to know
They visit us the ones they loved so dear~