An old friend of mine.

My specter will haunt every room and every hall when this body returns home.
I have been but a wandering spirit, in this realm and the next.
This spectre haunts these rooms and these halls, this house and these walls.

I fall out of body and mind as I have many times before.
The angel who presided o'er my dreams takes my place.

A grim lacrimosa plays when I awake, but alas a warm hand guides me through the night.