Last Call For Istanbul Apr 2026

But now, the airport's fluorescent lights Beckon me to leave, to take flight The city's magic, a lingering spell As I depart, I know I'll return, and all will be well

As I stand at the edge of the Bosphorus' night The city's siren song begins to lose its light The last call echoes, a final goodbye A whispered promise to return, before I say goodbye Last Call for Istanbul

The call to prayer, a melancholy sigh Echoes across the rooftops, as I say goodbye The Blue Mosque's six minarets, a majestic sight Will watch over Istanbul, through the dark of night But now, the airport's fluorescent lights Beckon me