Shattered Pieces of Time by Maria Fokas
Last night, you held my hand again.
We flew with ruby-colored wings; below a golden sky.
A distant faint melody; a familiar touch and sigh –
Out of my sleep; worried faces and uncertainty,
Has love been confused with lust again?
Possibilities of truth fade away with mastered plans,
No expectations to the rule; no regrets from your seducer.
My eyes are heavy; but not from lack of sleep;
In a world where time is scarce – we dwell on losing;
But never notice the part we play; as we fiddle with time –
I make no excuses for my rage, but will say this; taken from a wise man –
[Love that alters when alteration comes
was never love at all]
But . . . my friend, I thought it was.
© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography: Neel 02/01/2015 Abstract Photography