Interlope …… by tiredhamster
Let them enter, the eyeless murmurs
Peering in as children had once done.
They’re not really there behind the window:
Faceless reflections, silhouettes without
skin or name, occupied by a memory
Refusing to leave. Let them into this night.
Some may gather by our fire, a dim voice
Grasping within; others will dash about,
Trying to find themselves behind a vase.
And then when sun approaches
Touch, they will slide beneath shadows.
Some will become lost elsewhere,
Others will return, black shapes stretching
Across glass, close to knowing.
Written for Reena’s Exploration #148.