In the silence of the night <br />when whispers do not stir <br />you can see their shadows <br />slip quietly across the wall. <br />A cold shiver runs down your back <br />because you know no one is there. <br />They dance in the moonbeams <br />cascading through the curtains gap <br />leaving behind a fragrant perfume, <br />the only evidence they were there. <br />Two fleeting shadows <br />of lovers long gone away <br />coming back briefly <br />to celebrate some anniversary. <br />In your sleep you can see them, <br />open your eyes and they are gone. <br />Were they real or imaginary? <br />Best we not judge and let them be <br />to come back and dance another day <br />to a different tune. <br /> <br /> <br />4 August 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-different-tune/
