Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
I lie in bed but sleep won’t come
I stare out into the darkness of the
bedroom
Turning onto my side, I face the
windows
In the moonlight, the shadows of the
forest trees that surround the house
Wander across the blinds
It’s going to be a stormy night
But then I sense him standing behind
me
Beside my bed, leaning forward slightly
as if trying to see my face
I turn towards him,
He seems to be there, but now no more
than a shadow
I stretch out my arm, but my fingers
go right through him
My arm thrashes, I seem to stir his
being.
Like washing up liquid in a bowl of
hot water.
In spirals of red, blue, green and
yellow, he is gone
In the morning as I wander, half
asleep
Along the corridor to the bathroom
I see him again,
Out of the corner of my eye,
Though now he seems to be like my
reflection in the mirror
And yet I sense him,
Watching me, always watching me
What does he want? Why is he here,
why now?
Whatever his message, whatever he
wants to tell me,
I don’t want to know
I just want him to leave me alone.
