Anatolia

 

                    "Dotted like fireflies, they illuminate"
                     The Anatolin side of Istanbul, Turkey


Every time I cross to the Anatolian side,
The lights, they conquer me,
Dotted like fireflies, they illuminate,
And the houses seem,
Stunned as if into silence.

But they survive, and the bank so stunning.
And as they sleep in hills, evergreen,
The houses glow, much like lit matches,
That awaken on the setting sun,
And sleep on the setting moon.

Caught in this moment I am,
Is this it, or is life evermore?
So much to see, so much to learn,
But beauty lies here, in its alcoves,
Ever-present, yet hidden from the naked eye.

Away from the human heart,
Yet understanding, yet distant,
And as we move from city to city,
From life to life, the beauty of each,
So contrasting yet so alive.

Turkey, here in amazement I live,
For it all merges, like a blacksmith forging metal,
Beautiful as it can be,
And in it I´ll live, live a life of worth.

For its people are true,
And they think and ponder,
Passion burns ever bright here,
And this is a virtue in this life we live.

And as I bridge continents,
The Bosphorus kisses each shore,
And as I alight the calm engulfs me,
Compelling as it is, rest no longer I wish.