Prague faded By Bluewind
(To remember my visit last summer)

To review Prague is Bittersweet—
Friendship made, kindness received,
and knowledge toiling earned.
All stuff my heart with swelling pain,
When they revisit, unexpected.

All the murmurs whispering to me,
On Charles Bridge, late at night.
Where have all these ceased to be,
When capture I try so hard?

Or the lost souls, wandering aimless
At Staróměsto, when clock strikes twelve?
Are ghosts confined by boundaries,
When visits, so frequent,
But never ever since?

Hidden alleys and secret passages,
weaving a web of great confusion.
Walking within and Frost accompanies:
“Do you wonder if you will return?”

Kafka was right, Prague does have claws.
Unwilling to let go, when memories fade.