The stage lies bare beneath the cloak of night
Murmurs of long-vanished destinies, footfalls in silence,
Traces of pirouettes in moonlight,
A flicker, a pulse, a whisper-sigh echoing
through the theater of the unawakened soul.
Do not seek their eyes;
they wear the sky's forgotten glow.
Glide your fingers upon the curtain's edge
where unseen tides break
the rhythm of yester-year's song.