CROSS ROADS description

The candlelight sweeps softly through the room,

Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter,

Touching with mystery each high hung rafter,

Cutting a path of promise through the gloom.

Slim little elves dance gently on each taper,

Wistful, small ghosts steal out of shrouded

corners -

And, like a line of vague enchanted mourners,

Great shadows sway like wind-blown sheets of paper.