Cairo Pulse

Minarets point where stars collide,
The breeze carries stories it can't hide.
Smoke spirals up a ghostly thread,
Dreams of the living and the long-gone dead.
Streets are alive,
They twist and shout; every corner knows what it's about.
Car rolls close, feel it rise, feel it fall.
Car rolls close, it's the rhythm of it all.
Through the haze, through the haze, through the glow,
It's a language only the night will know.