By Jeffrey Fisher

Are you a promise
             Or an apparition
A way of life
             Or simple attrition
An ideal to strive for
             Or to petition

At night alone
             Without a place
Without a home
             I wait for you
Wondering how far must I roam

What type of vision
             With what precision
Must I express
             For your collision

Are you a witch
             Hiding in a deep dark ditch
Maybe the light
             Or are you just a wish