The ghosts that float above the stone
Traverse the avenue
In fading light, their costumes gray
Blurred faces in darkened window glass
Under evening’s dim, they harken back to a time
Take their seats under footlights’ blaze
Captive breath held still
Eyes wide, beset by wonders
To drown in enchantment’s ocean deep
When night nears end and curtains low
Actors vanish from the stage
In wispy draughts of smoke
The crowds disperse to the streets beyond
To march a misty path
In coats and cloaks and frocks and pearls
Among the blindly living souls
Whose daylight world commence
Whisper, they, the lure of the theatre
Fine spirits to attend.
