Keith

Each Stone Remembers

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.