Invisible Guests Poem by David Harris

In the shadows of twilight
my guest come alive
from the gloomy depths of shadows.
They slowly emerge to heighten
our senses at the world around.

In the dim light we see
images from the past
coming forward to re-enact
final moment in their lives
and give us a glimpse
of who they were long ago.

The creak on the staircase
and footsteps along the hall.
The opening and shutting of doors,
summons us that
our invisible guests will soon
be arriving once again.


7 February 2015