Ghosts of Rome
Arrive and seat themselves
Before the stage of the past.
Each stone remembers
Holds the words recited - records each tragedy
Rewinds each history but sadly now
Recalls no comedy.
But each night
Spectral actors tread the stage
Watched on by spectral knights and senators
And none can hear them
\'cept a lone child in a room above
Who each night awakes
To a whispering applause
And he watches from a midnight window
As purple togas shimmer
And vanish into the Cadiz skies.