To Our Twenty-Four Frame Per Second Dreams

We sit before the dark mouth of the screen

impatient for the rolling dusty light.

And when the room dims, the silence is keen,

followed soon by surges of sound and sight!

It transports us, this magical stardust,

for a time, from our cold realistic lives,

to worlds unbound by rules. Faith, hope, and trust

are the good chains of this celluloid hive.

When it’s done, we step out into the night,

and ponder briefly the experience.

Now we’ll laugh, we’ll talk, crying "what a sight!"

Come Friday! once more, dear movies, entrance!

            Catching on film our many nightmare schemes,

            these our precious, twenty-four F.P.S. dreams.