City of bells, of bicycles and blackbirds,
Of quiet passages and green retreats,
Of cobblestones and pilgrim brasses
Lining the path to Compostela…
Of posters speaking prayers for World Peace
To market cafes in the sunlit squares,
To museums, libraries and churches
And to statues of Tinkers and Resisters.
Your book lendings and tasty breakfasts,
Schnitzelrost and Kartoffeln stalls
Filled our hearts to overflowing,
As we watched two girls, hand in hand,
Crossing familiar spaces, with the
Music of the Spheres all around.
Eileen Walke
