The winds deep voice shook through the night,

the stars they did not shine.

I sat alone in the dark,

icy chills ran up my spine.

The night it was black as pitch,

I felt alone and cold.

Then he came up to me 

and offered his hand to hold.

I had not heard his footsteps approach

not a whisper or a sound.

I do not remember seeing his face

as I rose from off the ground.

He lead me through the darkness,

the trail seemed to glow.

Of what he used to light our way,

I shall never know.

He brought me safe to my front door,

of this I was quite glad.

When I tried to introduce him,

they thought I had gone mad.

For on the porch I stood alone,

the space beside me it was bare.

When I looked at the hand I held,

mine held only air.