Misty Tounges

In this somber meadow
I lay my head down
As I stare the wind passes
As it caresses my face
I hear it's ancient tongue
Speaking words I can't understand
Then i close my eyes
And the tongues slowly disappear
The wind is finally able to tell it's story
There is a haze and figures I can't recognize
And as I walk with them
They seem to be going no where
As I go along I see a figure i somehow recognize
I touch the figures shoulder.
Somehow this figure is familiar
I don't know why?
Where did I see this figure before?
It turns
It's empty eyes meet mine and it's mouth opens
And
In the same instant the mist dissipates