My Compass by Maria Fokas

The scent of hello(s); the cry in goodbye(s)
The melody of lyrics; in pictures and words –

Sonnets drawn on misty moments of forgotten first ideas
The beginnings in the morning; the endings each night
The key to memory; the compass to change –

In the breaking of your voice –
In the raging waves of oceans; all that was lost is found
From mountain peaks, to the other side of moonlight
I trace the whispers in your heart;

Once upon a time 
A poem in a dream; when she was mine.

For Maria-Zina Thomas, after my return from Corfu - September/2015

© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Illustration by Catrin Welz-Stein