Vienna

The evenings commence so early here

There was so much sunshine to hold in Vienna

From cobbled pathways to shady neighborhoods

Everything shielded in a single panorama

Wonder if Mozart found profoundness

And depths in unexpected conversations

Or found romance as it was meant to be

Not in people, but in perceptual exhilarations

Rights and wrongs blur at most times

And we exploit the grays as humans do

But the knowledge at the forefront of inaction

Is the dialogue’s virtue

Preventing us from being perdue

“Cherish” is a treasured word

As are my evenings in Europe

And the conversations

Between some girl and a bloke