" The Air In This Fine Lobby " (a ghost story)

The air in this fine lobby is aged with spirited memories
From days when parasols spun through the luxurious hands of ladies
When stringed instruments painted definition in this fine air
And horse drawn carriages were a delight, when sky's were fair
And the air in this fine lobby...........has stories to tell

The waves were high on Lake Michigan we could see from the lobby window
And the sun was trying desperately to paint orange in the gray above
As I began to daydream about my love across the water
And the thought of her long brown hair, brought me such pleasure
And the air in this fine lobby.............made me wonder

Was she dancing in her modest way, in her bedroom across the water
Swaying to a Winger, or speaking to the owls, then laughing with her daughter
Like a North Carolina child, her life was the stuff of romantic heaven
And her love for me, was the most surprising thing I was ever given
And the air in this fine lobby..............held a kind of magic

I envisioned her in a long blue gown, with a silken shawl about her shoulders
And when she reached out for my hand my heart melted like sun drenched butter
She was more than just a promise to me, she was the truth I longed to discover
And when I felt her in my arms, I knew there could be no other
And the air in this fine lobby................enthralled my heart

It was in this lobby, thirty years ago, that I'd first felt her glorious presence
I'd fallen in Love without knowing it, and chased her soul for just a chance
To dance with her, in her modest way, to prove we belonged together
And just recently, we had that dance, and now we're together, forever
And the air in this fine lobby.............introduced me to my apparition....

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)