sailing into kursadasi
Maybe it was the way you looked
Your eyes lit up with the mediterranean's blue
Do you remember our boat ride from samos to kursadasi
A boat we waited a week for
Real life seemed a far off memory
Living on each others daring
I would have followed you anywhere
Nearing turkey we could see a small fort on the water
Gray centuries had ground it down
Vandals of time had chipped away at it's wall
Attitudes differ
Lamentable little people see ruin
Engineers see the flaw in the design
Not me
Time is too short not to enjoy this rapture
I see glory to be remembered
Not what was and is gone
Embracing the future, looking at you
Copyright© michael dennis
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