I Know It's Him

I see him standing there
His apparition foggy, unclear
But I know it's him

The illusion leaves me breathless
And I want it to be real
Because I know it's him

He glows in the pale moonlight
The wind ruffles his Gray beard
And I know it's him

The agonizing wait
To hear his words
Quiets the night

I know it's him

He bears the face
Of someone great

I know

Because he is my father
And I cannot be swindled

It is him

Walt Whitman