A faint whisper, or a hollow wail
Can be detected in the breeze
It wraps bodies in a chill
And bends trees with ease.

The mysterious touch of fingertips
From a seemingly nonexistent hand
Causes shivers to run down spines
And screams to echo across the land.

Illuminated by moonlight
A pale figure swiftly glides
Over hills, behind trees,
In and out with the tides.

A vision of a crystal river
Bubbling over angular stones
Is haunted by an apparition
Decorating the air with moans.

A shimmering spirit appears
With the backdrop of a rising moon
The wind blows gendly through it
Whistling a romantic tune.

A being's presence can be felt
Although impossible to be seen.
The entity has no substance
Nothing in its path can intervene.

The phantom briefly materializes
And then disappears from sight
All thoughts of a person are stifled
As he stares in silent fright.

Oh, the mystery and wonder
Of what occupies the other side.
Are we seeing glimpses of the future
Or gazing upon those who have died?