You Can'T Go Back To Constantinople
Constantinople haunts my nights
In dreams both sad and stirring
Of wooden ships
Under star filled skies
Searching for fortunes
Hidden by souls long gone
As we sail away
Down the dark Euphrates
Shadowy eyes
Filled with lost dreams
Can be seen in the sadness
Of the forgotten
Waiting on the shrouded banks
Forever
Looking back
Toward the city lights
Reaching up
To the night sky
Constantinople waits
And waits
And waits
For me
And for you
To come
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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