Oddlands Magazine: Lost Horizons by Jaime Lee Moyer
Sunrise brings him fresh
dreams of horizons lost
empires crumbled to dust,
Sunset memories of
the night he followed a smile
through cobbled streets
and alleys of Istanbul,
An innocent beguiled by
promises in bright eyes,
The softness of her lips
caressing his throat
banishing fears of damnation,
His plunge into darkness
unremarked by a city
locked in shadows.
Drizzle mists the summer night
glistens in the hair of
tourist couples searching for
Shangri-La on foreign streets-
Young men and women who yearn
one for the other
need and desire in each touch,
Grey-heads where the women walk ahead
peering in the shop windows,
Their men chuckling over signs
for Turkish delight.
Life is an addiction-
He haunts the sidewalk where
an old woman draws pictures
under a shop canopy,
Watches her char sticks in
a brazier at her feet
draw swift black lines
on cheap paper for the crowd,
Hunting for the shy ones
standing alone on the fringes,
Innocents beguiled by
promises in a bright smile
until soft lips steal away
dreams of new horizons.
