Dear Prague

Dear Prague

I first caught a glimpse of you

Through my evening-train-window seeing a view

Of your form obscured by the late-December-fog.

Immediately you had me enchanted

By your medieval walls, stone streets, and astronomical clock

As the new year approached a crowd formed and chanted

The countdown to new beginnings; and to these new possibilities we did flock. 

Dear Prague, I traveled to you in every season.

For several years,

And for whatever the reason,

I couldn’t ignore your sweet whisper drawing me near.

Dear Prague, I will forever miss

That summertime stroll on St. Charles’s Bridge crossing over the Vltava river

Surrounded by music, friends, and the sunshine’s warm kiss

On my already-flushed-cheek warmed by an Aperol Spritz and liquor.

Summer nighttime breezes warm and balmy and gentle.

Winter nighttime breezes brisk and cold and vile.

Sometimes you were mellow.

Sometimes you would beguile.

Dear Prague, you beautiful cousin of Paris

Whom you filled with envy and greed.

I mourn your spirit, your golden-blue-gray streets, your palace terrace.

I mourn those days when my youth soared unbridled and freed.

-The Poet of Windy Blue