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 do not know anyone 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 accustomed to darkness see past shadows that form 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 permission Untidy items lay in disarray A voice as clear as day, we visited but you would not play.