Perched above sea level
around midnight
Tunisia twinkles/below the stars
as if she is trying/to tell me something
but I only understand/what I see
her language/falls short of my ears
stray dogs seem to catch her drift
they bark/discussing the politics in Tunisias Monologue
My mind goes to sleep
while my body/waits for a wake up call
followed by a sweet call to prayer
a religious last attempt
To sell me on her message
But it's to late
I'm running out of time
Turkey is calling my name now