"You"-
I want to find again, the warm poetic person who spoke of Prague and the young people seeking redemption...
the one who loved the old cemeteries, and the beauty of the dead poets, and the wise one who lives still...
Do you know where he went? I'd love to talk to him again. If you see him, could you tell him to please call me? His friend misses him dearly.
Maybe I will run into him on the Charles Bridge, between the vengeful, angry ghosts, or at the Pere la Chaise cemetery in Paris, while having a chat with Oscar Wilde, as a Chopin nocturne lulls restless spirits back into a relaxed peacefulness.
He was so unique and beautiful in his quiet way, and his seeking, and enchanted spirit. I do hope he is okay. I worry so much about him. I hope he isn't gone forever. Not just for me, but more importantly, for himself. ~Haviva