The Flame by Maria Fokas
Like an Empress of Time, the Flame distorts the mind, dancing her seductive dance, as the wood crackles with each breath. But who keeps track of what is lost, as time goes by. The walls kindle in deep maroon, and time stands still again, then disappears into a darkness, and I dream of impossible things; of distant oceans, under the seas, with gentle crests of endless waves. Soft ripples that caress the sand, then retrieve back into the sea with a soft melody – hidden in the stir of the flame:
In a world far away from here
I look beyond the deep blue sea
And as the sun sets,
I light a fire with dreams and desires
And I wait in silence, for your return
Everything begins to fade away –
Silence, with its many masks,
Claims to know the truth.
But after all the time we bore,
You and I should know,
That silence with its cunning smile
Never spoke, of promises worthwhile.
© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved
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