Neither inside here nor out there;
yet, somehow, dancing everywhere
filtered light shines in dark places
highlighting obsolete faces.

Wax figures in museum halls
silhouette cold marble walls.
Ice maidens and ice warriors
clash on battlefields of foyers.

Halos of softly frosted light
surround ghostly shadows in flight,
play lively games of hide and seek
from lamp posts where playful sprites peek.

In light of day or dark of night,
the contrasts are of black and white,
windmills whirl in minds about the past
and bring up kisses that did not last.