Shattered Pieces of Time by Maria Fokas
Last night, you held my hand
We flew below a golden sky
At a distance a faint melody
A familiar touch; a soft sigh
Out of my sleep; Uncertainty
Has love been cursed again?
All possibilities fade away
No expectations; no apparent fears
My eyes tire; I can barely recall
In a world where time is scarce
Why do we dwell in losing?
[Love that alters when alteration comes
was never love at all]
But . . . my friend.
© Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography: Neel 02/01/2015 Abstract Photography