Visit To Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall

“Curtain going up” Echoes and re-echoes Through the theatre. The ghosts from the past Push past me In the dim lit hall. Lu Yenghi1 stands At the back of the theatre, With arms folded, Eyes to the ceiling Of the exquisite dome He created, Many, many moons ago. The past and present Unite within my mind And I spare a moment to dream the impossible. I am standing on the stage Presenting a poetry recital. The hall is packed And I am in my element. The spirits of the past Are applauding my efforts.