City of Dreams

Vienna, soft music, young wine and a handsome, young stranger. A small, cozy Grinzing Café with candlelight and a table for two, blue violets, white roses for me. He asked the gypsy to play our song and spoke softly, "You're lovely. Let’s dance." A soldier from a far away country and a girl without a passport to cross the border for home were listening to violins crying the song of the Volga " Alone once more, so alone." The last streetcar passed We walked hand in hand. Lanterns cast their light upon two strangers dreaming of peace in the botanical garden by night In a horse-drawn carriage he rode to the airport. With blue violets, white roses, I waved good-bye and at early dawn the plane disappeared, into the limitless sky. Time has mended the scars of a war. A bond never broken, love for truth and compassion for mankind remain. In seasons to come, when life prevails over death, blue violets, white roses, will bloom in my garden again.