Valiant galley set sail
adrift through the  Dardanelles.
Her masts, backs straight,
composed as Venetian dames
in familiar basse danse.

Sunset floats amongst the sea mist
silhouetting the capital's skyline.
The holy dome of the Αγία Σοφία
eclipses the light.

The Lady makes port,
at the City on the Seven Hills.
Gentle entrance to the beating heart
of the bustling district.

Creepers, snaking in a frenzy
go up on the red  brick wall,
crowded and so full,
an organization, amazing
of its own, how thrilling
to watch them create
the rhythm of life!
Its a weave, so thick
braided together
in so many ways,
my eyes, like honey drunk bees,
refuse to come back,
the flowers, the whole lot
are charming and with full of nectar.
What a fragrance,it spreads,
never experienced this before,
I get a feeling of hovering high
in the air,
**these creepers have a secret code,
to transport me to another world,
up one goes on the wings of that fragrance,
never wants to come back.