Szeged

 

Szeged* stands in the southern country,
And its stunningly beautiful,
A peace sets all around,
And its churches are compelling.

For history lies in this ground,
As thousands have walked here,
Died and have been reborn,
From the barbarians to WWI.

As I search to sleep within its wall.
I shall walk alone,
And feel the cold December air,
Pierce through my face.

To so the banks I walked,
And waked those sleeping doves,
For in stone they lay camouflaged,
And then to stone I turned.

Retraced I have to,
The squares and the chuches,
To reminiscence with the dead,
And speak to those silent.

For times like these are few,
And as I gaze across and over the Tisza,
I stare into that blank, black openness,
I hear voices, I must leave.

Szeged* is the third largest city in Hungary