A Stranger Passing Through

A Stranger Passing Through

I am the stranger passing through
I see into your dreams, your hopes and fears,
those innermost wishes and the schemes,
I see them, every last
from the present, future, past.
There is no escape, sometimes it seems
the world’s secrets are inside me
swirling around for no one else to see,
but I will tell no other soul.
For then I will lose my power over all
so have no fear, you will not fall
into shame,
only I will know your name.
I will keep your mysteries,
your life’s history.
Each little thing that is shown to me
just remember, I will recall eternally.
© Sue Hemmings November 2007