Europe | Hungary | Budapest – Opal Sky
I can see that they believe
the best thing under this opal sky
is knowing that someone loves you,
wants to pull you close inside their
jacket as the moon tips his hat to the sun.
They do not look away from each other
even to see the darkness enclose them.
But today I can see that I believe
the best thing under the opal sky
is knowing that the magic of a place
like Budapest, fog rolled in on a Buda hill,
skaters on ice in Pest, the promise
of romantic afternoons in Venice
have nothing to do with someone
pulling me close into his coat.
I’ve rediscovered along the cobble
stones of Vienna and the Berlin cement
that the best thing under the opal sky
is knowing that magic and romance
is wherever I am, alone.