Who Goes There

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Who Goes There ©2016 Robert George BMI

Out among the rolling azure canyons
Where the whale songs are my sole companions
I hear footfalls on the twilight ocean
And they grace the foam with phantom motion

Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night

O she mostly finds me after sunset
And she whispers to me like the undead
Tongues of men and angels when it’s windy
Some nights Hebrew…some nights Greek and Hindi

Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night

She roams near the old abandoned lighthouse
With her flaming hair and flowing white blouse
And though locals claim it’s sacrilegious
She inhabits foggy covered bridges

Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night

I have lived a fisherman’s life
Where the tides demand their nautical toll
They’ve revealed a traveler’s wife
Is the vessel with the prodigal soul
I have faith in seraphs and gods
And have knelt before them most of my life
And though I’m no fool for hoaxes and frauds
I believe that she’s the ghost of my wife

She’s no priestess visiting from Haiti
She’s no banshee or a bloofer lady
She’s the one who walked into the ocean
Soothing sadness with its salty potion

Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night

And now I suspect that lonely specter
Wishes me to share that briny nectar
Cut my anchor and forsake my tether
So that we can walk the seas together

Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night

Now an old boat drifts on misty waters
And it scatters gulls and scares the otters
And a Coast Guard cutter finds the trawler
Through the fog we can hear the captain holler

“Who goes there
In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night
Who knows where
Spirits walk alone without the night”