David Harris - A Different Tune

In the silence of the night
when whispers do not stir
you can see their shadows
slip quietly across the wall.
A cold shiver runs down your back
because you know no one is there.
They dance in the moonbeams
cascading through the curtains gap
leaving behind a fragrant perfume,
the only evidence they were there.
Two fleeting shadows
of lovers long gone away
coming back briefly
to celebrate some anniversary.
In your sleep you can see them,
open your eyes and they are gone.
Were they real or imaginary?
Best we not judge and let them be
to come back and dance another day
to a different tune.


4 August 2009

David Harris

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