To Help Or To Haunt

Vision of my past
You appear to me like so,
While my mind is made of mush
Speaketh thou words
Ignite a fire to stir the brains astew.

Im not seeing
Your white light of brilliance,
Only imagining a course you send
The lost whose gone astray,
All of my senses hone in on your desire
Challenged by a plague of riddling tongues,
Brandished by the visit
Those thoughts searing in my head
Leaving smoke to pour out the ears.

Gone, ghostly magician angel
Vanishing as fast as appeared,
Sweet epiphany
All at once I know what one hadst do,
And regardless if experience was true
Or my own subconscious envisioned
It sets me on the path
Never to look back.