Istanbul evening spreads out like a sheet
Bridges make stitches where East and West meet
Worlds joined by dots and dashes of light
Like SOS signals sent out to the night
Boats reflect stars and stars reflect boats
Movement and stillness play heavenly floats
What wonder and horror huddle on this sphere
How small our minds as we spin on in fear
To draw lines between us is to divide up the dust
Yet separation is impossible
Of the essence in us
