Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Meet Me

Meet me at dawn on the shores of the bosphorous,
Where the mosques will sing,
And the boats will drift by,
Followed by flocks of seagulls,
Passing by the fishermen,
Lined up with their poles,
Under the shadow of the bridge,
Linking Europe and Asia.

Meet me in the morning by the Grand Canal,
Where the boats pass by,
Beneath the runs of bridges,
Clandestine between tight brick alleys,
By the markets full of fish,
And the local shops selling pizza and local chocolates,
Next to the square with the palace,
Where the gondolas park,
To pass under the Bridge of Sighs.

Meet me at noon on the Thames,
Watched dutifully by the eye spinning constantly,
In the shadow of Big Ben,
Standing proud as the guard of Westminster,
Past the white tower and her bridge,
Past the shine of the Great Star of Africa,
Past the ravens that shall never leave,
Down in the tube.

Meet me in the afternoon,
On the Charles Bridge,
So we can cross the Vltava,
To the great castle,
Towering above the city,
Past the markets,
Leading to the clock that cannot work,
By the proud steps of the opera house,
And by the churches on the sides of cobblestone streets,
Passed by the old trolleys.

Meet me at sunset,
On a bridge over the Regnitz,
Where the old city hall sits on the river,
Sitting beneath the cathedral,
Where four points stick into the air,
Next to the famous brewery,
That the locals stand outside,
Near the new castle's rose garden,
And past the street of sand.

Meet me at night,
On the banks of the Seine,
By the Notre Dame,
Past the louvre's great pyramid of glass,
Where the bikers pass by,
Their handlebars proper and high,
To see the tower light in sparkles,
And to go to the beacon of the Sacre Couer,
Where the lights of Montmartre wait.

Meet me at midnight,
In a place of your choosing,
And I will follow,
Back home.