John A'Hern Poet Free verse

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My rambling poem covers one of those nights when dreams appear in serial format, page after page of dreams. Where do all the people come from that visit, I do not recognise any faces. I sat at my computer desk trying to clear my thoughts, the time was 3am. Thank goodness when the sun started to rise.

The End of An Evening

The end of an evening, all quiet and relaxed
Dozing, opening eyes at sounds from where
The house seems alive, no movement just sounds
Close my eyes once more, sounds still invade

Tossing and turning, I need to sleep
Restless sleep awaits, sounds still invade
A thud awakens me from my troubled sleep
Laying there listening to almost silence

Am I alone or does someone or something invade my space?
Sleep calls out my name, drop into darkness of dreams
A babble of voices not making sense
Who are you? I call out loudly

Movement in my bedroom, I awake
I sit upright. staring into nights darkness
Is this a nightmare or dreams of those long gone?
I decide to get up from my bed and wander the house

Eyes become accustomed to darkness, shadows appear
I feel the need to speak to ask who is there
My voice echoes off the silence that exists
I shudder as shapes begin to form

I stand my ground and ask an innocent question
Who are you where are you from?
The babble of voices hurts my ears
I collapse into my favourite armchair

Eyes start to close so tired, sleep calls
Silence descends like a mist in the mornings light
Nightmares or dreams leave, stage right
Morning’s light awakens me from my troubled sleep

The scene that awaits has me doubting my dreams
A party was held without my permission
Untidy items lay in disarray
A voice as clear as day, we visited but you would not play.

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