Fountain Pen in Istanbul

I lost my pen in Istanbul
It's writing without me
Pictures, sketches, poetry
That I will never see

Beneath Galata tower, someone's
Wrapped it in their hands
Their fingers make it dance around
While I'm in distant lands

Sometimes, I wonder
Traveling by bicycle and train
Does my fountain pen ever miss
These hands it used to stain?
And can these hands miss
The lines they'll never know?
The alps are flying by my window, but
My fountain pen will never know

Black lines
Drawn upon a page that once was white
White lines
Lightning paints upon the darkest night



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron J. Shay
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