Starry whisper’s inside and the night’s among us...
Sunset melts in blue waters of Bosporus.
I’m safe, I’m sound due to your smile,
Resurrected like temple of Lower Empire.
Every town is journey - life and oblivion
Fate of every of cities took its course here
“Even Rome had its chance, thus, we are to continue”,
Muezzins almost whisper, but nights overhear.
I’m trying to follow my way and sometimes
I’m tormented by questions, day after day –
Istanbul’s eastern moon and Sufi whirling
Head my feelings and answer my pray.