Banshee of the mind

With pools of shadowy eye

She does find me,

From a horizon unseen

Quieter than any whispering breeze,

Passing out from an unseen veil

Traipsing over the land with all avail,

Gliding prevalently over the countryside

That nothing may stay her stride 'til she be by my side,

She then falls in step and locks myself with her

Cooing her burn of yearn to learn in my ear,

For this I did bid her to be  a phantom of mine

To be my companion and ease my mind,

Tho for the rest of time I know her not

Nor of her amorphous nature I wonder naught,

For, among the living, the service of silence eternal cannot be bought.

The wit of her wisdom shan't cause me fraught

Harrowing as she may seem, she brings me no fright

Rather from her realm sublime, 'tis a wizen delight,

A wizen delight both both faery and frail

Like a rainbow in the sky smitten with colors of a grail,

What colors are a grail-hewen dark and gloomy

or sparkly, bright and cheery?

No one can understand this phantom of mine

That comes, at any time, to read my mind,

This companion most every time

Comes at a summons and reads my every clime,

And Understands it all with no retreat

Rather to engage in discussion she will entreat:

"I am here dear, tell me everything in my ear

So I will know all that you now hold dear."

She whispers in my ear.

"Share me your dreams of life," her shadow implores

And see if with me, if it's anything more.

Tell me dearly of your whims and hopes

And if in them you cannot find peace, then to my arms elope."

Thus, with a light flair

She unbiddenly joins me in all of my life's share.

This companion to me has shown

That I will never fear to tread this world alone.

She will be with me through thick and thin

No matter where my path may wend.

Can you hone with an audible sigh

Or does this realm keep your conscious silent and nigh?