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
This is delightful David. It flows with poetic authority and captures the ephemeral nature of the subject with great skill. You are definitely in good poetic form at the moment. Congratulations. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
David, this is quite beautiful to read, shadows in the night. Top marks Bob
Were they real or imaginary? Best we not judge and let them be to come back and dance another day to a different tune. A beautiful poem filled with mystery like our life. Real or imaginary, only a dream, an hallucination perceived upon the fingertips of five senses.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, reminded me of when I was a kid.