Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

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

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Zzzzz Zzzzz May 26, 2011 at 12:21 PM An imaginative piece. I enjoyed the journey.

Leo Larry Amadore May 22, 2011 at 3:52 PM A dreamy, trance-like poem whose basic message is rather poetic...unfortunately, it is geographically inaccurate: the Euphrates originates in Eastern Turkey, flows south into Iraq, along with the Tigris...and, unfortunately, is not near Constantinople (Istanbul.) Cj Krieger May 23, 2011 at 7:11 AM Hi again Leo... Oh no Leo, you are totally incorrect!!! You see, in my fantasy, the Euphrates runs right through Constantinople and out of Abdul's kitchen sink ;) Best CJ